4 X 4 Lyrics
I like brownies, coolie
Like em thick and a bit unruly
Girl throwing it back, throw under attack
Biting her lips she naughty
I need me a girl from south that’s gonna get down When I call for the toolie
I need me a girl from south that’s gonna get down When I call for the toolie
Big Blasian who they’re chatting about.
Hold man’s tool what’s he chatting about?
Kweng wants a girl that snaps when she pouts.
Them gyal their trash so I’m taking em out.
Like Kweng swear you want a coolie.
That’s a little unruly.
Big breast and booty
Grip on my neck come do me.
I’m with Kweng in a four by four
None of your business
Close the door
Feeling up on me
Gripping up on me
In a Lambo
That’s Aventador
Ina whip with Blasian b
If I see me an opp yo take the wheel
Bad b in 5-inch heels
and a fuck off back match my appeal
One hand on the AMG
One hand on her cooch just rubbing this clit
Can’t lie ima a thug
But when I get some uck man I moan like a bitch
Baby girl come swallow these kids
If you move to slow I’ll cum on your tits
When I pull on your hair and
grip on your throat
you say I got to much vim
Kweng said he want a bad b from the south.
Hair did nails did good with her mouth,
Send a driver with the packs in the car
But we on OBBO so I’m changing the route.
I was in the field you was in the house.
I was in the trap you was on the couch.
You ain’t never gone to a brick from an ounce.
On the roads stay far from the rats and I’m out.
Boy, stop capping.
Blasian yeah I put the rap in rapping.
Music money while them bwoy still trapping.
Getting to the bag why them girls still chatting?
If it’s buss downs then it’s probably Hatton.
Them gyal pop down they ain’t never been patterned.
They ain’t never been patterned
They ain’t never been patterned
Oi, They ain’t never been patterned
I buy hand tings I ain’t shopping in Hattons
The way that she ride this D, talent
And I know that you get some practice
Would you burn my clothes if I slap this
Do it for real man I ain’t no catfish
Kwengface fully on badness
Fucking with boujie tings no ratchets
I’m with Kweng in a four by four
None of your business
Close the door
Feeling up on me
Gripping up on me
In a Lambo
That’s Aventador
Ina whip with Blasian b
If I see me an opp yo take the wheel
Bad b in 5-inch heels
and a fuck off back match my appeal