a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu lil tray & toohda band$ - air bnb

[intro: toohda band$]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
hayes money, n~gga
alright

[verse 1: toohda band$]
in the airbnb with some drunk hoes
n~ggas always talkin’ on my name but i could up roll
i don’t wanna know your name, i’m tryna f~ck, though
she said i popped an rp, well, here go one more (here you go)
beat the p~ssy up, that sh~t was wet, i think i want more
d~mn, this b~tch got me sweatin’, i went deep in it
and i just drunk a six of lean, i fell asleep in it
you don’t even know, the crazy part that she let dee hit it (what the f~ck?)

[verse 2: lil tray]
he thinkin’ she a keeper, the team hit it (nah)
she say she like it when i come around, i go deep in it
i hit it from the back, she throwin’ ass, i pull her weave with it (yeah)
i bought a new glock with a stick and i sleep with it
she gettin’ on her knees and she give me sloppy top
she want me to stay around but i’ve been trappin’ on the block
if a n~gga play with us then we gon’ put the boy on fox
let that n~gga try to run ’cause it’s a beam on the chop

[verse 3: toohda band$]
chill, tray, cut the beam off
i just cheated on my b~tch, shut the ring off
funky~ass bum came with quarters, cut the fiend off
your whole squad broke as h~ll, boy, your team lost
thick~booty b~tch suckin’ d~ck with the clear gloss
slapped the sh~t out this b~tch, she got it on my drawers
i bent that b~tch over, now her head bangin’ on the wall
man, hold on, b~tch, i’m gettin’ a call
[verse 4: lil tray]
hit the p~ssy once, now she mad ’cause i never call
you a b~tch played, get in the game, y’all never ball
dex off a perc’, had to catch him before he fall
b~tch asked me if i want some p~ssy, i want it all (yeah)
gettin’ top at the view smokin’ cookie
i only buy the bag if you really tryna jugg me
shot an old n~gga in his head, he tried to suge me
b~tch count a five~ball in my face, i called her woody (ooh)

[verse 5: toohda band$]
five thousand in my face, i would’ve punched her ass
police get behind this whip then i’ma do the dash
i’ve been sippin’ lean all day and i ain’t even crash
all pretty b~tches in this b~tch, they all shakin’ ass (ooh)
pour champagne on her titties, she’d freak for cash
b~tches wanna f~ck my squad ’cause we got that bag
you n~ggas poor as h~ll
i’ve been cuttin’ all day, my arms sore as h~ll
steppin’ on that work, tap dancing, feet hurt like h~ll
i ran off with his money, i told him it’s in the mail

[outro: toohda band$]
hahahaha

- lirik lagu lil tray toohda band

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI