(Verse)
Dolla Sign, she would drive 5 hours fo' a nigga just to get sum' long dick
No flowers from her nigga out in Luxembourg, she came to Paris fo' a nigga
She wanna introduce her parents to a nigga, shit
I just came from Milan, I had a threesome wit 2 white bitches
Almost had a four but the black girl didn't even like bitches
I let her suck the dick, & passed her to my nigga
Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva
Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh
It's Pushaz Inc., the muthafuckn' label, & that XO
All my niggas on that dick, we sold ourselves to the devil
Local niggas say that, tell em to first get on my level
Out in Berg in the coupe slidin'
Wit 1 bitch, bout to get it poppin'
(Hook)
And she gon' give it up cuz she know I might like it (x4)
Baby girl, ya know what I like
Baby, ya know just what I like
Baby, ya know what I like
(Verse 2)
Dabbin' up, dabbin' up, I just hit the wax fo' breakfast
Bitches tryin' to leave, crib so big can't find a exit
Chest feeling heavy like I 69'd wit Precious-weight
Chest feeling heavy like I'm pourin' up in Texas
Told a bitch come ova give me a perm, spit sum' G to ya
Don't ya tell these hoes what ya learn, this is free fo' ya
Kush got a triple action on sum' smokey shit
Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian
Half Brazilian her ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got ya feeling like it's opium
XO, bad hoes they call me Dablo Esco
Unless it's $ me no hablo
Still wish I could have ya , now I wish ya would leave
Got niggas payin' yo rent, ya keep a trick up yo sleeve
$ hidden in the walls like it's insulation
Couple Asian bitches, call it an orientation
(Hook)
And she gon' give it up cuz she know I might like it (x4)
Baby girl, ya know what I like
Baby, ya know just what I like
Baby, ya know what I like
(Verse 3)
Baby girl, ya know what I like
Baby, ya know just what I like
I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage
Just sold out the O2 at my own pace
I can say that I’m attached to nobody
I been getting paper while these niggas tryin' to stop me
Shout my nigga Doc, that’s a mentor
Had sum' bad business, nothing personal
But now the word out that we back
On sum' yung Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the muthafuckas that they packaged
Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
Bring yo girl to my show, give her floor seats
Then she go downtown like she owe me
XO, XO, XO
Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
This is my sound, nigga, fuck yo sound
Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch
When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up
Fuck yo new man, I'ma break it up
He can come back when I go on the road
But that pussy mine fo' the next three months
Cuz the kid back, kid back, kid back
Cop ten whips fo' my niggas when we land
Queen Street nigga making $ ovaseas
Had a few mo' debts, I'ma pay it all in cash
Shout out XO, shout out to the boy
Broke bread on tour, man, it’s all luv now
Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets
Bet he popping mo' bottles than us right now
Reason why they stressing, city neva sunny
When the kid come thru wit mo' niggas than Apollo
But ain’t shit funny, can’t nobody stop me
(Bridge x2)
All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
I make all of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
All of them swallow
