Lyrics Down For You - Lynn Tate, Rich Homie Quan

Down For You - Lynn Tate, Rich Homie Quan
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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

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