lirik lagu willow's grave - actin' like
[intro: yung stove & s~xxy red], this sh~t too f~ckin’ hard!” atl hoes be talkin’ but they never outside memphis girls real thick, make a preacher go blind (uh~huh) you actin’ like you pressure, but you lyin’ on god i done hit both twins, now they callin’ me “thot”(hah) (s~xyy!)
[chorus: s~xyy red] he actin’ like he hood, but he cryin’ in the sheets (crybaby)
tryna talk tough, but he soft when we meet (soft ass)~
say he gang, say he real, say he slangin’ that pipe
but i fed him on a tuesday, now he blowin’ me nightly (boom)
got a stick in my bag, got this coochie on lock (facts)
let him eat it in the wraith, said it taste like top (yum)
he actin’ like a boss, but his rent behind
if he ain’t eatin’ this coochie, he ain’t touchin’ mine (bye!)
[verse 1: yung stove] she be actin’ like a saint, but she freaky in the ride (frfr)
suckin’ d~ck with her lashes on, archin’ with pride
she from atl, thick thighs, waist tight
f~ckin’ like she love me, but she ghostin’ by night
i keep a qpc b~tch and a cmg gunner
make her squirt on the chain, now it’s wetter than the summer
she was actin’ like a model, now she beggin’ for the stroke
let me f~ck in her heels while she callin’ me “goat”
i’m from norfolk, where we don’t do much talkin’
we f~ck baddies then dip no walkin’
i be snappin’ on beats like i snap on a hoe
put a thumb in her ass and a stack on the floor
she a freak, i’m a menace — it’s a certified match
she was actin’ like a ten, now her knees on the mat (sheesh)
[chorus: s~xyy red & glorilla] he actin’ like he hood, but he cryin’ in the sheets (crybaby)
tryna talk tough, but he soft when we meet (soft ass)~
say he gang, say he real, say he slangin’ that pipe
but i fed him on a tuesday, now he blowin’ me nightly (boom)
got a stick in my bag, got this coochie on lock (facts)
let him eat it in the wraith, said it taste like top (yum)
he actin’ like a boss, but his rent behind
if he ain’t eatin’ this coochie, he ain’t touchin’ mine (bye!) (yeahhh! big glo!”)
[verse 2: glorilla] he actin’ like he savage but he sweeter than pie
tryna flex for the ‘gram but get punked on the sly
he ain’t never had a brick, never seen a real drought
i got steppers in my crew that’ll air his sh~t out
from the m to the a, i been runnin’ my lane
if a b~tch say my name, better load up the flame (boom)
cmg on my neck, let the bankroll speak
got his girl in my dms tryna link every week
he was actin’ like a man, now he beggin’ to taste
put this cchie in his face, now he cryin’ in place
said he thugged out, now he soft as a rose
made him leave his lil’ chick just to l!ck on my toes
[bridge: yung stove & s~xyy red] yung stove: she be actin’ like a ten, but that walk don’t match
s~xyy red: he be actin’ like a player, but his d~ck too wack
yung stove: i be countin’ up bands, i don’t chase no freak
s~xyy red: i let him hit once, now he prayin’ for weeks (ha!)
[verse 3: s~xyy red] i ride d~ck like a vet, make that boy go numb (ugh)
he be textin’ all night, tryna l!ck on some
told him shut the f~ck up, just grip on my hips
i’m the head game queen, got his soul on my lips
let him shoot on my tongue, now he blowin’ my phone
had him leakin’ like a b~tchh, couldn’t leave me alone
i’m the one, not the two, got the trap in my purse
make his main girl cry when she see me in first
atl in my talk, and this cchie on fire
put a trick on his card, now he wired and tired (maxed out)
he actin’ like he gang, but he moanin’ for me
got him down on his knees like he beggin’ to eat (b~tch boy)
[chorus: s~xyy red] he actin’ like he hood, but he cryin’ in the sheets (crybaby)
tryna talk tough, but he soft when we meet (soft ass)~
say he gang, say he real, say he slangin’ that pipe
but i fed him on a tuesday, now he blowin’ me nightly (boom)
got a stick in my bag, got this coochie on lock (facts)
let him eat it in the wraith, said it taste like top (yum)
he actin’ like a boss, but his rent behind
if he ain’t eatin’ this coochie, he ain’t touchin’ mine (bye!)
[outro: glorilla, yung stove & s~xyy red]
glorilla: he actin’ like he solid, but he singin’ for feds
yung stove: she actin’ like a princess, but she live off head
s~xyy red: i don’t f~ck with no basic, i got gucci on coochie
glorilla: let a b~tch act wild, i’ll pull up and swoop
yung stove: from the trap to the tour, i ain’t never look back
s~xyy red: got his chain in my bed, got my name on the track
all 3: actin’ like somethin’? we the ones that they fear
all 3: cmg, qpc — b~tch, the takeover’s here!
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