Samad Savage - f**boy Anthem lyrics

[Intro] Ooooh [Hook] First I f** yo b**h Then I take her home Then I f** her 'gain Then I leave her 'lone Never pick up the phone When she call me f** all these b**hes I want money (2x) [Verse 1] Tell a lil b**h to come wit' f** me I'on really want your company But if you really wanna f** wit' me You could come through to count this money Trues on lookin' so crispy Chains on me lookin' so icy Jean jacket with the hair fixed Designer belts, but I'm saggin And I smell like Axe, lookin' sharp as f** (spray) Got a bad b**h and she a lil' drunk (Henny) I'on f** wit' math but I double up (numbers) When I hit the club it's going bottoms up (yugh) And I ain't down wit' relationships (never ) So you can go and stop texting, b**h (digits) Already onto the next b**h Look close to my future ex-b**h And bet then this I'ma savage Street boy, no Jasmine Lemme slide up in them panties (drippin') Then I'm going ghost like Casper (boo) If she catch me cheating no apologies (never) I never did titles since you got with me (hoein') Let you twist my hair up in social studies (studies) What you are to me is just a f**-buddy Nothing more honey [Bridge] Clothes put aside, get behind Then chuck the deuce up Beat it from behind, leave her cryin' Chuck the deuce up Peacin' out while smilin', you gon' be fine Then chuck the deuce up My uber's outside, get one night Then chuck the deuce up [Hook] First I f** yo b**h Then I take her home Then I f** her 'gain Then I leave her 'lone Never pick up the phone When she call me f** all these b**hes I want money (2x) [Bridge] Clothes put aside, get behind Then chuck the deuce up Beat it from behind, leave her cryin' Chuck the deuce up Peacin' out while smilin', you gon' be fine Then chuck the deuce up My uber's outside, get one night Then chuck the deuce up [Verse 2] I just f** on your b**h And the condom might slip But you know I'm no b**h So then raw I go in And I'm taking some pics And I'm saving some pics Then I postin' them pics for some IG likes Roll up the Cali, she popped off the Molly Lil' pop just keep poppin', I just call her Mary She said that she loved me Said, "Get the f** from me" Give her five to face like I nickeled the grammy Young n***a go hammy, n***a Keep the semi tucked up in the pantry, n***a Got a b**h I never called back wit' me She just throw it back make my dick bigga f** a romance; I'm pro sav' I might chose you, then I f** a Jew Wit' a body count that could match Hitler I said body count that could match Hitler [Hook] First I f** yo b**h Then I take her home Then I f** her 'gain Then I leave her 'lone Never pick up the phone When she calls me f** all these b**hes I want money (2x)