Sexin (Radio Edit) - Karminek

But let it be one of them niggas though You been textin' them all day FaceTimin' they ass all fucking day But you can't never text me the fuck back Over there wanna be dancing and shit Thinkin' you a motherfuckin' backyardigan But you act like you don't see me blowin' up that fuckin' phone every the fuck day And if yo' ass wasn't all the way, fuckin', 18 hours away I'd come over there and slap the fuck out of you, really 'Cause everytime I see a motherfuckin' video Y-you got that motherfuckin' phone in yo' motherfuckin' hand Now, if I beat that ho down your throat, I'd be wrong (Alright, Brando) Turn that light on, XO (Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?) Baow, ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what, what? I got these bitches plan on sexin' me I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me Inside the car we leave 'em sleep I show the bitch I be YB (there go Kentrell) In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (there go Kentrell) Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty Whoa, now, lil' mama, bounce that ass Hold on, bow, bow You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash I came from poverty Know I got to show my ass off in this motherfucker Ain't no stoppin' me, fuck up the game Bad bitches gon' follow me Dirty stick named YBOO Diggin' session, we gon' knock two Anywhere, shoot out the window Tear up yo' car, my nigga, fuck you Ooh, bow, let me hit it, watch me get in there Come straight out the block, and he a millionaire, dumb shit "Girl, there go Kentrell and all them felon ass he run with" North shit, I knock you off, bitch, they know that I slump shit She want me, wan' put it on me, I know With my niggas real fly high, you ain't gotta worry 'bout how I roll I don't know, but, they don't like me I say, "Fuck all these niggas" I ain't talkin' to her, she say she like Got that shit in my system I got these bitches plan on sexin' me I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me Inside the car we leave 'em sleep I show the bitch I be YB (there go Kentrell) In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (there go Kentrell) Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty Whoa, now, lil' mama, bounce that ass Hold on, bow, bow You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash