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Surf (feat. City Girls, AZChike & Tee Grizzley)

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Surf (feat. City Girls, AZChike & Tee Grizzley)

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[Yung Miami]

Surf, bitch

Pussy so wet, you can surf, bitch

Do tricks on the dick like a circus

I'm that bitch that got your main bitch lurkin’

Fuck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[AzChike]

Nerd bitch

Where your wings, lil' bird bitch?

Swerve, bitch

We gon' fuck if you flirt, bitch

I’m a thug, put this Glock in your skirt, bitch

Skrrt, bitch

A pimp, ballin' since birth, bitch, damn

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy, what he on?

This work ain't here to stay

Bitch, I'm trappin', get it gone

Donkey bone, futuristic, bitch, I'm trappin' with them drones, ayy

My nina with that freaky shit'll get you gone

[King Combs]

Double R, 400K, and that’s a wave

Woke up with a chain on my neck, call me a slave

House so big, these bitches call it a maze

When I ran down on that bitch, she was amazed

Like: Bitch, what’s up with the what's up?

I relax on the jet, put my foot up

Only niggas with cash fuck with us

So wherever you from, throw your hood up

If she bad, she get Chanel or somethin’

I'ma trap out, I fuck around and sell you somethin'

And I'm trappin’ out of state, I can mail you somethin'

And don't snitch, lil' baby, I can't tell you nothin', what?

[Yung Miami]

Surf, bitch

Pussy so wet, you can surf, bitch

Do tricks on the dick like a circus

I'm that bitch that got your main bitch lurkin'

Fuck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

[King Combs]

Word, bitch

I'm tryna see what I heard, bitch

Twerk, bitch

I put double C's on your purse, bitch

Damn, and they know I'm the man

I flew out your bitch, she came back with a tan

[Yung Miami]

Hold up, I'm not your baby mama (period)

Give a fuck 'bout them kids, Rolls-Royce on the bridge

Suck his dick in the backseat, lipstick ain't smudge

I don't budge, if a bitch want smoke then it's up (what's up?)

I am not the one (at all)

Yeah, bitch, we don't send verses, we send hearses

Big Chanel purses, this not immersive

AmEx cost white, sign in cursive

I want the big one

Used to have a baby Glock, now I want the big one

Never fuck with an average nigga, only rich ones

When you have a sugar daddy, girl, you need to get one

Surf, bitch

Pussy so wet, you can surf, bitch

Do tricks on the dick like a circus

I'm that bitch that got your main bitch lurkin'

Fuck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

[AzChike]

Nerd bitch

Where your wings, lil' bird bitch?

Swerve, bitch

We gon' fuck if you flirt, bitch

I'm a thug, put this Glock in your skirt, bitch

Skrrt, bitch

A pimp, ballin' since birth, bitch, damn

[Tee Grizzley]

I ain't got no masters or five degrees

Put I can pull out first when it's five degrees, ayy (talk to 'em)

I just flew a bitch in from the DR

Million dollar nigga, still'll put you in the ER

This AK got wood on it, nicknamed it tree bark

She like: Is your chain worth a car?

It's more like three cars

Twerk, bitch, like you a stripper and this your work shift

Boy, don't bring your bitch around the gang, she might get purchased

I can't hit shit raw, you know that ain't gon' work, bitch

I know your nigga broke just lookin' at your purse, bitch

Why you tryna ride the wave knowin' you can't surf, bitch?

Heard they want me dead, bet I get them niggas first, bitch

In this bitch with King Combs, bitch go get your weave combed

Bro a big ape and he'll tear shit up, he King Kong

Stop comparin' me to all these dope fiends, nigga

Don't let her see me while she woke

'Cause I'm your ho dream, nigga, gang

[Yung Miami]

Surf, bitch

Pussy so wet, you can surf, bitch

Do tricks on the dick like a circus

I'm that bitch that got your main bitch lurkin'

Fuck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

[King Combs]

Word, bitch

I'm tryna see what I heard, bitch

Twerk, bitch

I put double C's on your purse, bitch

Damn, and they know I'm the man

I flew out your bitch, she came back with a tan

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