Philly Flow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on my B.A.M, shit, On this Philly shit, yeah, mhm No, these niggas ain't fuckin' with us, Did two songs, so I'm doublin' up, They likin' my rhyme scheme, And I'm just only nineteen, And I'm goin' up At first, they ain't like me, But it's seems to surprise me, That I'm turnin' up, Most shit don't excite me, But I pour up a Spritey in a double cup And she like movin' her hips, But she not from Philly, Oh, no, She throwin' ass on me, So she comin' with me, oh, oh She like me, Gotta do the right thing, Like I'm Spike Lee, She tryna rush things, But she not my wifey, Pretty YT She got a slim waist and a beautiful brown face, Pretty white teeth, She like to shake it, shake it, shake it, As long as it's on me Shake it, shake it, shake it, Don't stop, put it on me, Don't stop, shake it, shake it, Don't stop till I say please I'm with the bros, Don't start with us, Cause we do the most, Ain't shakin' our hips, And we ain't no gangstas, But we keep them poles Put trust in my brudda, They ain't trustin' no bitch, Cause that's how they go, I'm just bein' honest, If you ain't know, Then now you know Shake it, shake it, shake it, Shake it, shake it, shake it, Shake it, shake it, shake it, Shake it, shake it, shake it, Shake it, shake it, shake it Don't stop, put it on me