Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wit My Left, artist - Fendi PDate of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wit My Left |
| You judge a nigga, how he overcome? |
| I’m seclusive and nigga a hundred |
| AK hold a hundred, I had to trap off |
| I grind from Monday to Monday, baby, you heard me |
| Even on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I got a lick on some birdies |
| Bitch you too thirsty, I’m drippin' Fiji (Fiji) |
| Get what I want out the bitch, she a genie (a genie) |
| A xan and a soda, call it a martini |
| Push start the car make the top eeny-weeny (eeny-weeny) |
| What’s that, you dreamin'? |
| This shit is really is happenin' |
| I gotta own, automatic, I know some hoes they from Dallas |
| I call them, bands make them |
| Hold so much green, fuck a salad, I might just cop me some Bally’s |
| I whip it up with a fork, I really shine in the dark |
| I bring that Rollie to life, I whip that shit with my left make it right |
| I whip this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left (my left) |
| I whip this shit with my left, I had to sip then I slept |
| I woke up ready to chef, my hoe up ready to F |
| We pull up on y’all when y’all deep |
| We be mellow, mysterious, and mystique |
| Then one of us ask for directions |
| Like, «Excuse me, do you know where the- „brrrrrr“» |
| We light it up, nigga, we fuckin' the Cypher up, nigga |
| We get out and rifle but nigga |
| The shit that we takin' is psychin' up niggas |
| To kill niggas like it’s nun' nigga |
| Look left and right and duck nigga |
| I chef the white right up, nigga, I whip the shit with my left |
| And give it to my right-hand man 'cause he know that it’s life or death |
| We got the snow in the summer, I got the dope on my women |
| I got the stick on myself 'cause I know that it’s life or death |
| Whip the whip cream like a stealth, whip the white til I see wealth |
| Head first like Michael Phelps, red syrup, that’s not gon' help |
| 'Cause I need that yurple, only the money is verbal |
| We got more tan than surfers, watch my left hand do circles |
| The cocaine expand the surface, I just bought the bando curtains |
| I seen more sand than turbans, seen more white girl than bourbon |
| Served on Bourbon, give us the word, we hurt 'em |
| Give us a check that’s murder, fuck the verdict |
| Trap in your area, chain like aquarium |
| Right hand or left whip up, we ambidextrous |
| I work this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (with my left) |
| I work this shit with my left (my left) |