Figure 8 Lyrics

Louis Iv Figure 8

This lil bitch don called my phone talking nun but smoke..talking cash all capping talking bout she ain't no joke...talking bout she got some shit on me that she gon expose..I said bitch do what you do and when you done let me know...got this hoe that hit me up whenever she on the go...I might leave that bitch on read and shoot the shit wit my woes...they already know it's me they see them big body doors...and I'm swanging thru this bitch like I'm from Houston fasho....my Lil bad chick too average don't need her no more...and my last chick her ass thick still left her so cold...had some fun with them I'm done with them it's time to move on...can't get caught up wit no chick that have you jaded to long...been a minute since I seen ya now my paper don grown...and I flex..but I still consider taking ya home...who up next ... I ain't really got no patience for some...you on deck..fuck that shit I'm bout to pull up on one yea yea..

Gas tank on E, on my way to the shores..double parking the V I think I might stay till the morn...take off work for the boy...but leave my T-shirt's on...I like the way you move yo body girl you know what you doing..I'm in that shit and sweating I know you feeling my presence..can't no one do it better I touch yo spot if you let me..got me counting my blessing in on my way to to block...to give you all that I got...just don't make it to hot...Open up the door let them Vickie's fall on the floor you gave a young nigga something that I could never ignore...snatch ya soul out your body that never happens before...but that's the feeling that you get when you involved with the boy...at times this life can be a lot but I manage to make some Lee way..pulled up on ya first night Champaign with the cheesecake..and i keep the big racks tucked inside if the briefcase....fuck whatever he say you the one that I need babe shit..