s.m.o. jack go wit it (feat. fastlife jimmy) şarkı sözleri
Go wit it, go wit it Can you tell me when to go Wit it, go wit
It
Can you tell me when to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to
Baby, is you down to take a ride
You know I need you right here by my side Got The key to my heart and you in drive
Go to war, behind your love, ready to die
Pull up, having motion on the road, I got the Gas on me
Premium exotic, 93, I smell like gasoline Had to Cut some bitches off, they mad that
They ain't having me Court side at the Lynx Game, looking like
I own the team If it's on the wood, it's on the Floor with
Me Pop a seal and, pour another four wit me
If I hit the road, I got the bows wit me
Tell me When to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to go wit it go wit it
Can you tell me when to go wit it go wit it
Can you tell me when to
Can you tell me when to go I been in the O
Catch me in the north I been chillen in the pole
Shout Out my brother Jack 100 shootouts by The store I can put u in yo bag my baby let's hit The road
Tell me when to go we on the low wit it
Baby, can you bring a friend so we can both hit It
I can fly you out if you fasho with it Every time I pull up, she gon' go with it
Baby lying probably while they fold with it Was Tired of being broke, I had to go get
It love the way you throw it back and how you moaning
It Every time you throw it back, I tell you go
With it
Go with it
Can you tell me when to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to go with it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to
Baby, can you tell me when to go
It's me and Jim, we trappin, yeah, we back up On that road
Might just do another show or might just sell a Bow
And every time they see me I be posted in the O
I be where the growers at, catch me out here Sellin' packs
Me and Jim gettin' racks, pullin' up back-to-Back
Hellcats, trackhawks, what you know about That
I been in the A, catchin' plays, I'll mail that
H-Town were a the crates at, bring the drank back
Pourin' shots of Don, told lil baby, she could Face that
Bad bitch on my line, I won't text her back
She just tryna eat this dick and get attached
Go with it, go with it
Can you tell me when to go wit it, go wit it
Can you tell me when to go wit it go wit
Can you tell me when to go wit it go wit
Can you tell me when to

