Skype Me Lyrics

8oo Ca$h Lyrics



Yeah, yeah, ayy
Icy like a Pisces, bet your b*t*h wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back, got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young n***a get a check like Nike
Make your b*t*h ride on the d**k like a bikey
Smoking la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh


She gon' pop that pu**y then drink me like a soda
No more luck with b*t*hes, I got hoes in Minnesota
Free Money Gang extort your homie, get him poked up
More white girl than a playboy, lil' n***a, get your coke up
I'm trapping out my residence, my neighbors think I'm innocent
I f**ked her, gave her right back to her n***a like I rented it
I'm sliding on these opps, it's only right I went and tinted it
Subtracting all the petty sh*t, I'm tryna add up dividends
These n***as cap like blah-blah-blah
My b*t*hes talk like, "Give me this"
Got a mino Draco, blah-da-da
Hate many men like 50 Cent
She see me with them racks out, that b*t*h say that she like me
I bet if I went back down, that b*t*h wouldn't even write me
Remember I was posted on the block in my white tee
Now I ride past, to the Audi
B*t*hes used to leave when we brought pistols to the party
Now I tell security to keep these b*t*hes off me


Yeah, yeah, ayy
Icy like a Pisces, bet your b*t*h wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back, got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young n***a get a check like Nike
Make your b*t*h ride on the d**k like a bikey
Smoking la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh


She blowin' me up when she mad
I talk to that b*t*h like her dad
F**k an Uber, I called her a cab
Hurt her feelings while you get attached
Switch the locks to the door
Leave her stuck like a S'more
I'm knocking her down like a fort
Poppin' these pills like a cork
I'm tryna get in them shorts
Told her a**, "Welcome aboard"
She claiming she not a w****
I told her I want some more
Pop up at your door like the landlord
She get the feeling in my jeans, she say that my d**k so fat
You say that you really 'bout it, you ain't a street, it's an act
How you think you taking hollows? You can't even take a tap
Now you wanna turn around, I told your a** no going back
Had to take her a** to get upgraded 'cause her phone was wack

Yeah, yeah, ayy
Icy like a Pisces, bet your b*t*h wanna wife me
And she got an Android so she tryna skype me
Hittin' her from the back, got booty cheeks on my white tee
And a young n***a get a check like Nike
Make your b*t*h ride on the d**k like a bikey
Smoking la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
This TEC go duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh




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