You said that you love me Oh what happened to the love Why some parents CHORUS (Eve) And there is a rather large population Of hole sale suppliers

Like how she pop it like woah, woah, woah Like how she pop it like woah, woah Like how she pop it like woah See that, sexy sexy, wine it up for me, oh No te vayas, baby, ven, quédate aquí Yeah, yeah, I'm bad for you (Iré por ti) Only you (Solo por ti)

At the night show Don't you let out that antidote Poppin' pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) It's lowkey at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Don't you open up that window Don't go through the front door

Bro's on yo block with that Glock, right now Try me like an Opp and indeed, get shot down She wanna, X wanna You wanna? L-l-lick my dick like a what? Nice! Lick my dick like Lil Wayne lollypop, huh! Hi, my name's Ryan! What do they call me? Wolf in sheep

I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry Never too much, never too much, so much I just cashed out on my neck, that's a house Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain't hearin' it So much ice,

This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pictures and

Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

All around the world same song All all around the world same song I came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on Eat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song That I'm singing dinga linging funky beats ringing Everybody's swinging in the

Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah) Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate) Bitch better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah) You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate) Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin'