Tink - What U Drivin lyrics

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Tink - What U Drivin lyrics

[Intro: Tink] Flexin' on these n***as, man I see you dawg Flexin' on these n***as, man I see you dawg Had to lick him up and down Just like a card off Aah, Tink G Let's go [Chorus: Tink] I like n***as in Tru I like n***as in Timbs He ain't getting no money Then I ain't speaking to him He got black in his heart You can't do what he does Let me see what u drivin' Let me see what u drivin' (repeat) [Verse 1: Tink] Yo flexin' on these n***as Man I see you dawg Had to lick him up and down Just like a card off No pelle, pelle That n***a rockin' Burberry f** n***as ain't rockin' with em' They whinin' like Mary Mary Them b**hes since yesterday You sweeter than Fanny May I'm blowing, you n***as soft They pussies, lets give em shame I'm moving into a cave I'm beastin' on every track It ain't nothing b**h I'm pop My pockets ain't ever flat (haah) Speeding cause I can, I'm a rapper now You hoes a mess I'll rip you up just like a paper towel Just like a problem child All my b**hes bad tho Probably why these n***as thirsty, ya'll been on that shower flow Peeping on his money sh** Heard you had a foreign whip All our paper go to waste Getting' thick up in the hips Big deal, walk around like I own the place Own place with his own car Buy his own sh**, it ain't nothin' fake [Chorus: Tink] (repeat twice) [Verse 2: Edai] I like to ride my b**h I tell her ride my dick She got the best head, hands down 506 I like to break down bricks I tell her lay down stiff Give her dough, she be traffickin' She take round trips, yeah She a stomp a ho, that A- town sh** She swagged, and them other hoes they ain't no sh** But if she act up, I'ma have to switch like chef Or she could blow my brains Do you get my drift? Yet I think she like cause the rims on my car I say I'm feelin' you ma, but we ain't gettin' that far It's like I'm workin' fast, exercise and getting' that body And I'm a young dread head, hair lookin' like Marley Yeah, she say she like a n***a In that Tru Religion And believe a n***a, like a superstition She cook, clean, f**, and she do the dishes She'll play that role, like some movie b**hes [Chorus: Tink] I like n***as in Tru I like n***as in Timbs He ain't getting no money Then I ain't speaking to him He got black in his heart You can't do what he does Let me see what u drivin' Let me see what u drivin' (repeat)

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