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On Me (feat. ScHoolboy Q) Lyrics


Retch On Me (feat. ScHoolboy Q)




[Producer Tag]
Benjamin Lasnier

[Chorus: RetcH]
We in the club and niggas looking at me funny
But don't care 'cause I came up with the dummy
Lil' shorty looking at me like she want me
She wanna f..ck me then she gotta bring a buddy
All my exes, they be tellin' me they love me
'Cause when I dick 'em I get all up in their tummy
Niggas mad and I'm just chilling somewhere sunny
Niggas hating when they see me, try what's up me

[Verse 1: RetcH]
Niggas mad cause I be f..cking all their bitches
But I don't care if that's your girl, that's not my business
Put up a mansion in the hills, what a feeling
I like bitches thats from Cali 'cause they with it
Got [?]
I'm taking pictures, niggas play, I gotta kill 'em
I've been tryna hit lil shorty for a minute
She let me in, I pop a perc then dug up in it
On my same shit, still ridin' foreign, love designer, niggas lane switch
All this talk, I know that money talk, that's my language
Every single niggas gon' shoot that I came with
Trappers, shooters, scammers are the niggas that I hang with

[Chorus: RetcH]
We in the club and niggas looking at me funny
But don't care 'cause I came up with the dummy
Lil' shorty looking at me like she want me
She wanna f..ck me then she gotta bring a buddy
All my exes, they be tellin' me they love me
'Cause when I dick 'em I get all up in their tummy
Niggas mad and I'm just chilling somewhere sunny
Niggas hating when they see me, try what's up me

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Drop the top on this Ferrari, got it sunny
What the f..ck you talkin' bout if it ain't money
Get 200 hundred for a show, the clock is running
f..ck them twenties in your stash, you niggas funny
Got them hundreds in my pocket, got no time to relax
How she give me head with the gun in my lap, Okay
Diamond in my teeth, neck covered with tats
You know the double M's M's lean in the back
I got the curtain closed baby, 'bout to cross my feet yo
You'll never find another nigga quite like me, yeah
Millionaire resort-style, flex OD yeah
You know the big toys, Pico Crip Street

[Chorus: RetcH]
We in the club and niggas looking at me funny
But don't care 'cause I came up with the dummy
Lil' shorty looking at me like she want me
She wanna f..ck me then she gotta bring a buddy
All my exes, they be tellin' me they love me
'Cause when I dick 'em I get all up in their tummy
Niggas mad and I'm just chilling somewhere sunny
Niggas hating when they see me, try what's up me

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