SHE WANNA versuri

SHE WANNA lyrics by CThruRio

Intro
Uh, she’ll throw it back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl, the Cadillac
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ayo nxst, go crazy)

Chorus
She’ll throw it back
I ain’t have to show her money, it’s the Cadillac
Huh, yeah, she told me „You know you the raddest of the rad”
Matter fact, she know she the baddest of the bad
Whip out the racks, she don’t know how much was in the bag
Huh, I ain’t textin’ bitches back, now I got ‘em mad
I spend it, imma get it back, and it come fast
Tried to get me, imma send ‘em back, what a dumbass
Spendin’ time on a dime bitch and shе wanna fuck-fuck
Totin’ nines, bitch, imma keep it tuck-tucked
How I rhyme shit, niggas outta luck-luck
Tryna’ slimе shit, left him in at tux-fuck
I ain’t been the one they wanna battle with
Niggas wanna try to ride the wave, and even saddled it, and fell off
Nigga tryna’ get his bread and get the hell off
Call on my plug, I need that shit, he send the mail off

Verse
I made it make sense
And niggas said I couldn’t do it, I’ve been patient
Same niggas workin’ nine-to-five and they get paid six
Actin’ like yo ass could show me five, you a lame bitch
I’m movin’ off from all the shit talk
Nigga I got rich off makin’ music, makin’ TikTok’s
Show him he a bitch, and up the stick and make him crip walk
What’s up with this bitch, he think a nigga finna trick off
I been on some shit, I’m flashin’ now you might get picked off, bitch boy
Feel like I’m Kyrie Irving, crisscross, sit boy
Made all this bread and I deserve it, I’m the shit, boy
I gotta hang with all my earnings, Cannabis ?
Outside with the gang, niggas deployed with me
They’ll drown on the wave, niggas goin’ like Whitney
I’m downtown on the same shit
Too high to be up on the ground, I’m in space, bitch
And you on that lame shit

Chorus
She’ll throw it back
I ain’t have to show her money, it’s the Cadillac
Huh, yeah, she told me „You know you the raddest of the rad”
Matter fact, she know she the baddest of the bad
Whip out the racks, she don’t know how much was in the bag
Huh, I ain’t textin’ bitches back, now I got ‘em mad
I spend it, imma get it back, and it come fast
Tried to get me, imma send ‘em back, what a dumbass (Ayo nxst, go crazy)
Spendin’ time on a dime bitch and she wanna fuck-fuck
Totin’ nines, bitch, imma keep it tuck-tucked
How I rhyme shit, niggas outta luck-luck
Tryna’ slime shit, left him in at tux-fuck
I ain’t been the one they wanna battle with
Niggas wanna try to ride the wave, and even saddled it, and fell off
Nigga tryna’ get his bread and get the hell off
Call on my plug, I need that shit, he send the mail off

Outro
She wanna fuck-fuck