Lyrics Shawty - Major Nine, Kodak Black

Shawty

Yeah, even though we gon' through a lil' bit of shit\nGirl, you know you still my bitch, you my shawty, yeah\nBrodie, them about to throw a party, won’t feel on your body\nCome through, girl, you my shawty\nI’m on a turnpike, head in the car, I’m scoopin'\nSince you don’t like the Ubers, I push up in a 'Rari\nAnd you hate you fell in love with a shooter\nYou concerned with my future and the people that surround me, baby\nI fuck with you the hardest, when we fuck, I give you all me\nI fuck with you like I’m a zombie\nMy baby, my shawty, my reason\nThere’s so many places I can go, but I ain’t leavin'\nI been makin' pieces, squashin' beef like I’m a vegan\nAin’t fuckin' with this street shit no more, I ain’t cheatin' no more\nI was 19, you were 15 when I saw you\nCouldn’t wait so I can rob you\nNow you about to have my daughter\nEven though we gon' through a lil' bit of shit\nGirl, you know you still my bitch, you my shawty, yeah\nBrodie, them about to throw a party, won’t feel on your body\nCome through, girl, you my shawty\nSay you more than I could dream of\nCan’t get my heart to any bitch, I give her free lunch\nShe suck that dick and watch them kids with Trudeau team on\nNo soccer van, but that spaceship lettin' swings off\nI’m on 95, doin' 95 in a floater\nFive percent tints, her head better when it’s colder\nMy passenger, a bad bitch in Bombay, my older\nLil' bit of loud, now I flogged, you know we rollin'\nOak trees, you my shawty, you my baby, hold you closely\nSoul ties got them feelin' like they know me\nShe probably fucked the old me, but she ain’t you, she never called me\nEven though we gon' through a lil' bit of shit\nGirl, you know you still my bitch, you my shawty, yeah\nBrodie, them about to throw a party, won’t feel on your body\nCome through, girl, you my shawty\nAyy, you my shawty, my baby, my lil'\nKeep your heart, I might break it if we real\nKeep your heart, no, it’s changin' over here\nLeave with whatever you came with\nBeen through four different stages to find your love\nFuckin' on four different races, but it’s not you, girl\nSay I’m a get you off my lid and I’m a tell your daddy\nThink I’m no good for you, but that’s okay, you the baddest\nI rub on your fat ass and tell you lies\nEvery nigga cheat, but you only accept in your mind\nI play games with these hoes that you want\nSay once you have my daughter, turn around and have my son\nEven though we gon' through a lil' bit of shit\nGirl, you know you still my bitch, you my shawty, yeah\nBrodie, them about to throw a party, won’t feel on your body\nCome through, girl, you my shawty\nYou my shawty, my baby, my lil'\nKeep your heart, 'cause it’s safer with you\nYou my shawty, my baby, my baby girl\nYou my shawty, my baby, my lil'