Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down For You, artist - Lynn Tate
Date of issue: 05.06.2017
Song language: English
Down For You |
I know how to go and get a mother fucking check |
No flex |
Flawless and VV’s all over my neck |
And my chest |
I’m a big dog baby mofucka a vet |
I don’t get sucked unless I’m having sex |
Hoes know YSL they real as it gets |
No giraffe but Thugger want nothing but neck |
Plus I’m a pull a draw down on all of them |
I’m a pull a draw down on all of them |
Pull a draw down on all of them (quick draw McGraw) |
I’m a pull a draw down on all of them |
Nigga I’m gon draw down with my gun |
Nigga you might be swept by my sword |
Pussy nigga you’s a rat and I’m Tom |
Every given sunday I got falcons |
Pull up with that K out of the coupe |
I like my bitch brown like a mother fucking boot |
I like that ass big like Shaq tennis shoes |
And I want that wig mother fuck your hairdo |
Control that ho, no voodoo |
I be Thugger Liu Kang, Ryu |
Damn I don’t wanna hit it again, achoo! |
Make a nigga go brazy, cuckoo |
Drinking on that diesel like a pig |
I don’t talk to snitches, you can’t tell me nothing |
I think I found my new favorite bitch |
I’m fucking with Travi$ Scott so you can’t sell T nothing |
Tell me how you feel |
I pull up and beat that pussy like the pill |
I go Dre Beats on a mother fucking freak |
I got white minks on my floor, I killed the sheep |
I know you a freak yeah you the skeet meat |
I’m a proceed to the T-O-P |
I might ball Jerrika ask her where the fuck she started |
When these bitches play with her baby she go retarded |
I’m biting you barking, please tell 'em |
Every given sunday I got birds on the oneway, yeah the conway |
Dreads braided to the back like a mother fucking cliché |
When she tell me it’s too fucking fast I’m like no way |
Please don’t ask if I wanna see it, I’m like show it |
Baby girl show me that pussy, show it |
And I ain’t Future or Rocko but they know it |
Yeah they know it, niggas know it |
I can go all day like a fucking poet |
House full of weed, drink fucking Moet |
I can let my brother kill ya nigga, Thugger muncher |
Better know she popping if Young Thug approach her |
I done bought me so much water bitch I’m overdosing |
My car don’t come with keys and your key a token |
I bought a black cuban link look like I’m choking |
I don’t like to talk bitch, I’m not a spokesman |
I do not want that head bitch, I want that throat and |
If she get that dick hard you know I’m pokin' |
Put that pussy on my head like a fucking Motrin |
My diamonds still moving when I’m not in motion |
I pour fours of the Ac in phantoms and toast it |
I love green so much all my money fucking moldy |
Hi Benjamin, Grant, Jackson, I’m just focused |