CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Terry Crews
(Pre-Hook - Vic August)
Back to back I’m too consistent
Left these boys with true religion
Me I don’t do euphemisms
If I’m with the crew lifted
Said f**k the pen I’m too sadistic
And I feel I’m more truthful with this - swag
Ringer on jet still my eye on the - bag
Going on bets still boy I’m on your - arse
f**ked a b*t*h she was media trained I musta skipped a - class
Who put a purse on you
(Hook - Vic August)
Who let it work on you
Who did it first on you
Just pay your dues b*t*h
Promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*t*h
Walk outside this room I might booked it you lose b*t*h
Nowadays I f**k off these drugs on masseuses
And I do a lot lot lot Terry Crews b*t*h
And I f**k a lot lot lot in my crew fit
Bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk I don’t do this
Boy you know you not this hot
(Verse 1 - Vic August)
Send it to me on rock
f**k round blew the safe on a b*t*h
I met once in the VIP
I won’t do this again
Who the f**k can I kid
I put more on your bestie and leave with a kid
Pocket watching b*t*hes in the club
Form a line to where the bottles pop
Diamonds in the cup
And this b*t*h on suicidal talk do you know where you are
Tryna knock me off my focus do you think I give a f**k
I’ma f**k a baby mama I feel savage
Thought I was doing something crazy but I had this
IG models in here playing who to catfish
Let her come up here I take off like Aladdin
Back to back I’m too consistent
Left these boys with true religion
Me I don’t do euphemisms
If I’m with the crew lifted
Said f**k the pen I’m too sadistic
And I feel I’m more truthful with this - swag
Ringer on jet still my eye on the - bag
Going on bets still boy I’m on your - arse
f**ked a b*t*h she was media trained I musta skipped a - class
Who put a purse on you
(Hook - Vic August)
Who let it work on you
Who did it first on you
Just pay your dues b*t*h
Promise this ain’t dirt on your name or your shoes b*t*h
Walk outside this room I might booked it you lose b*t*h
Nowadays I f**k off these drugs on masseuses
And I do a lot lot lot Terry Crews b*t*h
And I f**k a lot lot lot in my crew fit
Bwoy dem wanna talk talk talk I don’t do this
Boy you know you not this hot
(Verse 1 - Vic August)
Send it to me on rock
f**k round blew the safe on a b*t*h
I met once in the VIP
I won’t do this again
Who the f**k can I kid
I put more on your bestie and leave with a kid
Pocket watching b*t*hes in the club
Form a line to where the bottles pop
Diamonds in the cup
And this b*t*h on suicidal talk do you know where you are
Tryna knock me off my focus do you think I give a f**k
I’ma f**k a baby mama I feel savage
Thought I was doing something crazy but I had this
IG models in here playing who to catfish
Let her come up here I take off like Aladdin
