Lil Cope - Neck

(Yessir)
To all my bitches from the west side coming
Choppa city running
Hoe you bout your cream so go and get it
All my bitches from the east side gunning
Fucking with the set
She want a real nigga that’s a bet (Bitch)
Gimmie fucking neck, gimmie fucking neck bitch
Gimmie fucking neck, gimmie fucking neck bitch
Gimmie fucking neck, gimmie fucking neck bitch
Gimmie sloppy toppy make it wet like necklace
Bend over touch ya toes
Or get on all fours
Shake it I’m gone break it
Tippin' on some 4-4’s
Backshots for my mu’fuckin thots (Thot thot aye)
These Balenciagas ain't no Gucci flip flops bitch
I wanted Nikki but she capped
I got P’s in the trap
Hella bitches shakin ass
All my G’s got the strap
We got woods in the vip
Rack city in this bitch, she look easy
Cuz I got all the bands she won’t leave me
Aye she got ass and her friend got ass
See if they gone shake it fast just for a birthday bag
Make em wanna drive the boat
Then that ass give me throat
Put them hands on them knees
Bring it back I want some more
Pearl a G sum slight Bee (Ya dig that)
When I was broke you didn’t like me (Ya dig that)
Soon my pool bigger than the 6 God’s,
told her slob on my knob
She shaking ass for that bag fuck a job
Cuz all my bitches from the west side coming
Choppa city running
Hoe you bout your cream so go and get it
All my bitches from the east side gunning
Fucking with the set
She want a real nigga that’s a bet (Bitch)
Gimmie fucking neck, gimmie fucking neck bitch
Gimmie fucking neck, gimmie fucking neck bitch
Gimmie fucking neck, gimmie fucking neck bitch
Gimmie sloppy toppy make it wet like necklace
Bend over touch ya toes
Or get on all fours
Shake it I’m gone break it
Tippin' on some 4-4’s
Backshots for my mu’fuckin thots (Thot thot aye)
These Balenciagas ain't no Gucci flip flops bitch

Written by:
Chris Copeland

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