West Ting - Dutchboy

She a bad little ting from the west side

Little mama keep me motivated

She get right in the whip and say, «let's ride»

And she down for anything because you know I’m crazy

Baby get in that whip, whipping the stick

Girl you got me gripping that grain, whipping my brain, giving me brain

Cause girl I’m just a young muhfucka with a vendetta

Been better, colder than December with a thin sweater

Colder than a motherfucking freezer

Walk up in the crib I might ease ya, girl if I eat ya

If the kitty good I might treat ya

Baby don’t diss like Ether if you ain’t got no one babe

I ain’t got no one either, girl it ain’t shit

I might keep ya then I might leave ya

Cause my life is a movie

Give yo ass a clip, give yo ass a teaser

I ain’t Wiz Khalifa, break down the reefer

Break down the doja, pour up some more cups

Fuck til we sober, it’s getting colder

We only get older, thought that I told ya

Baby come over, I want a piece of that head on your shoulders

These other niggas, they read every tweet after tweet

And they think that they know ya

But you know I phone ya, yeah you know I phone ya

You spend every day in the gym, yeah you tryna get toned up

Give you rounds like Sonya, a few rounds I’m gone yeah

The hennessey strong yeah, it got me all on ya

That dress make me ponder, it’s making me wonder

I’m tryna hit every curve on your highway

Get high take you on the skyway

Get fried, call out of work on a Friday

Eat the pussy like I’m at a Fridays, I’mma have it my way

I’mma have you upside down, have you sideways

While i’m bumpin Sideways, taking place at my place, girl

Could you sit on my face, girl

I ain’t tryna FaceTime, girl

I’m just tryna make time, girl

I don’t want no break time, girl

Ain’t no one gon take my girl

Cause I gotta bad bad little ting from the west side

Little mama keep me motivated

She get right in the whip and say, «let's ride»

And she down for anything because you know I’m crazy

Baby get in that whip, whipping the stick

Girl you got me gripping that grain, whipping my brain, giving me brain

Cause girl I’m just a young muhfucka with a vendetta

Been better, colder than December with a thin sweater

Colder than a motherfucking freezer

Walk up in the crib I might ease ya, girl if I eat ya

If the kitty good I might treat ya

Baby don’t diss like Ether if you ain’t got no one babe

I ain’t got no one either, girl it ain’t shit

I might keep ya then I might leave ya