McGee's Fried Chicken - Salib lyrics

[Intro] Juice God Long Live Libby [Hook] I'm just trying to say you cute as sh** Salib Flow (Salib Flow) (Repeat 3x) I'm just trying to say you cute as sh** (sh**) Salib Flow (Salib Flow) Salib Flow (Me Flow) Salib Flow (Salib) [Pre-Verse: J-Mack] Why the f** isn't this b**h f**ing picking up Damn, she probably out with some other n***a or something Pick the f** up Hello? [Verse 1: J-Mack] Come on pick up, f** I'll try later Dick will have you screaming more than a b**h in labor Oh sh**, God damn We too loud say sorry to our neighbors I eat that p**y up, you are my favorite flavor I be out creeping, thinking I'm a player Got a thick shawty like the Sunday paper I flow right into that p**y, Go Gators Try to cross check me, I'm only trying to lay up Put that a** to sleep, hope you ain't tryna stay up Face covered like a clown, you badder without make up I'm racing for your love, tell them other n***as lace up Broke n***as, get your cake up She want a muscle man n***a gon get your weight up p**y a** n***as get with you then they break up I f** you to some Migos girl put that f**ing Drake up (Looking for a Jennifer An) We could be more than friends (Rare snow bunny with the fat ole a**) Body shaped just like a gla** Like a blunt I hit twice than pa** (Present was the a**, take me straight to the past) I don't need a receipt, I ain't taking it back Give that a** an encore the way she made it clap Damn [Chorus] Roll in the club with me and my n***as (Roll in the club with me and my n***as) Put you on a pedestal I'm looking like a winner (Put you on a pedestal I'm looking like a winner) [Hook] [Pre-Verse: Matty.] Snap your fingers Do your step You can do it all by yourself Nah, I got you [Verse 2: Matty.] If your mind is right than do you mind to minus mine Cause a n***a thinks with his Johnson Float in her with that S.S. Minnow Johnson It's rush hour and I know I'm rude Beep horn with an attitude like Let me pull up to your bumper So if I hit I can get your number Come and get a mother f**er That's what f**ing Jaren said Libby in this mother f**er Scott still white as sh**, yeah Red bone and red bottom, neither I can't afford either of em, either If she don't text back by the time that I see her In the club bench warming, heating up the bleachers Mood like Drake on every feature Excuse to leave like I need a breather But who can breathe when we puff the reefer Hate to be out with cabin fever But camp ain't the same without out So many days without you When it comes to the cake and the bread couldn't count you Add the a** and the cake what could you amount to [Chorus + Hook] [Bridge] How a dollar make a hoe holla How the guala make the hoe swallow How the hoe know that the boy got the dough Well he don't and there she go out the door She don't want a young man She don't want a young n***a She just want a McFlurry (she badder than a mother f**er) She just want a McFlurry [Verse 3] Thread count, doing numbers in the bed Head count, body count bout lead shower over worth of an ounce Plus she coke white or Cronkite Even CBS knew news bout New New And I ain't even tip But I tipped the waitress But I swear to God she still broke as sh** Like Mommy I didn't do it She already knew, who knew it Your answer right there beside ignore, or answer 4 choices, C notes is more safe And her average is more average But closer to a hundred percent So you know she ranked top five Born in ninety five Which means that she's cla** A Which makes sense that she's top ranked Which makes sense, she's upper cla** She voted for McCain I voted for Obama Which means we voted for the same thing The government don't change [Outro] Salib The Arabic word for cross How far shall we cross till we cross these plains (Salib) Across the land, across the lakes (She doesn't even know) Across this Earth until we reach the cross Not across, but The Cross Lord save us all