Bosses and Workers (feat. Don Q and Trap Manny)

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Sex me, don't caress me
 I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
 She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
 Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
 Get flee in a white tee
 Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
 You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
 Sex me, don't caress me
 I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
 She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
 Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
 Get flee in a white tee
 Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
 You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
 You're just like me, you're just like me
 No you can't be my wifey
 Be my nothing, you're just like me
 Ooh, yeah
 No you can't be my bestie, you can't be my wifey
 You can't be my nothing, you're just like me
 Tourin' on the top of the world
 Blimp with your name on the top of the world
 Patek Philippe, you can spray it with the syrup
 Too true to the game to be fuckin' the clerk
 Pull off, kick rocks, you can hear the Masi' skrrt (Skrrt)
 I seen Rihanna and told her, "Make it work" (Work)
 A Boogie was taught to murk off vert (Brrt)
 Pablo, politics get left on shirts (Err)
 Test me, we'll be wrestling
 I be coming from the top, big boss thing
 Met an East lil' fine ting
 I be diggin' in her drawers while in Boston
 And I told her to call me 'cause
 I heard you was a stalker, I like stalking
 Batter up, shawty bossy
 Take a hit, you gon' end up in the nosebleed
 Sex me, don't caress me
 I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
 She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
 Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
 Get flee in a white tee
 Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
 You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
 Sex me, don't caress me
 I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
 She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
 Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
 Get flee in a white tee
 Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
 You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
 You're just like me
 Doin' thotty things like it's okay
 When you're talkin' to me
 You say all the right things
 But if you don't mean it then don't say it
 Ooh, Gucci flip-flops with the right fragrance
 Ooh, we can switch spots, I am not famous
 But I got so much fuckin' money, I cannot fake it
 And I got so much on my mind, I need a bae-cation
 I got money on my mind
 Wish I knew how to make it
 She keep playin' with the dick
 When she knew how to taste it
 I got acres on my wrist
 But your neck is amazin'
 And I don't wanna do you dirty
 You know you my baby
 And I would tell you anything
 'Cause I know you won't say shit
 Half the niggas that I know is a thief or a gangster
 Yeah, I grew up around the block
 It get hot and they spray shit
 I know I love you but don't stop
 Me from gettin' this paper
 Sex me, don't caress me
 I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
 She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
 Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
 Get flee in a white tee
 Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
 You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
 Sex me, don't caress me
 I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
 She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
 Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
 Get flee in a white tee
 Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
 You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
 

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Duration
03:27
Key
1
Tempo
130 BPM

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