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NEDARB & Jon Simmons & LiL Lotus & Horse Head
NEDARB & Zubin & Brennan Savage & Fantasy Camp & LiL Lotus & Jon Simmons & Smrtdeath & Horse Head
NEDARB & Bootychaaain & Father & Lil House Phone
NEDARB & Little Pain & Big Baby Scumbag
NEDARB & BB Sun & Lil House Phone & Eddy Baker
NEDARB & Bootychaaain
NEDARB & Alice Glass
NEDARB & Drippin So Pretty & Brennan Savage
NEDARB & Zubin & Fantasy Camp & Slug † Christ
NEDARB & KirbLaGoop & BB Sun & Wavy Jone$
NEDARB & Brennan Savage & Rozz Dyliams & La Goony Chonga & TRiPPJONES & Sickboyrari & Auntie Aj & Lil House Phone
NEDARB & LiL Lotus & Brennan Savage
NEDARB & Alice Glass
[Intro: Eddy Baker]
Alright
Rolling up another one, ha
Lil' bitch, bitch
Alright, yeah
Yeah, alright
Alright, yeah
Yo Ned, turn that light down a little bit?
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Pre-Verse: Eddy Baker]
Shake that ass, bounce it 'round, lean you back back
Shake that ass, bounce it 'round, lean you back back
Shake that ass, bounce it 'round, lean you back back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shake that ass, bounce it 'round, lean you back back (Bitch)
Shake that ass, bounce it 'round, lean you back back (Alright)
Shake that ass, bounce it 'round, lean you back back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Walk in the spot, all the bitches gettin' naked (Really?)
Cash on deck, don't ask me how I make it (Cash)
Make her drop it low, then shake like Jamaican (Bitch)
Dope boy fresh, bitch, you know I got patience (Bitch, you know I got patience)
Ice on my wrist, worship nigga like Satan (Worship nigga like Satan)
Trap money, rap money, bitch better pay me (Know you gotta pay)
Hit the strip club, make it rain with the ones (Make it rain with the ones)
Came with the drugs, got the 'caine and the bud (Got the 'caine and the bud)
Make her get wet, got her splashin' like an ocean (Splashin' like an ocean)
Pussy slow wine, everything in slow motion (Everything slow motion)
Smooth motherfucker, rub her down with the lotion (Rub her down with the lotion)
Rollin' up potent, strokin' while I'm smoking, bitch
[Chorus: Lil House Phone]
Nigga, I'ma go dumb, then I go away (Whoa)
I ain't tryna fuck that bitch 'cause she a throwaway ('Cause she a throwaway)
I got the dirty stick and it's a throwaway (And it's a throwaway)
And she gon' pop that shit, come be a ho today (Whoa, yeah)
Nigga, I'ma go dumb (Go, go), then I go away (Go, go)
I ain't tryna fuck that bitch 'cause she a throwaway (Nah)
I got the dirty stick and it's a throwaway (Yeah, whoa)
And she gon' pop that shit, come be a ho today
[Verse 2: Lil House Phone]
I ain't never paid for pussy, niggas got me ass backwards
Screaming free Dizzi Slick 'till it's motherfuckin' backwards (Yeah)
Bitches poppin' pussy 'cause they see that I'm a factor (Bitch)
Talkin' bout cheeks, but I walked in with a clapper
If I'm in the club, guarantee that I'ma tip the bitch
I'm only throwing ones at a big booty midget bitch (Yeah)
Chasin' after bags, yeah, my money is continuous (Whoa)
Fucked her best friend, now the bitch, she tryna end this shit (Damn)
I ain't talkin' FIFA but these bitches wanna kick now
Fucked her then she wrote me a letter like I'm her penpal
Sneakin' and geekin' I think I need to put the chiz down
Grinding my teeth, I think I need to put the dizz down
[Verse 2: BB Sun]
Run up in that house, I'm a homebody
You ain't really in the cut, you just a nobody
And I'm still chewing beans, I'm a Peabody
Said he was a bro, but I was lyin', I was geeked probably
He look like he wasn't never in the streets, probably
Never hit a jugg, he didn't know the routine, probably
He the type to run and tell the other team, probably
All my bros sold the loud, what you mean probably?
Back when I was juggin', I was low-key a fiend, probably
Watch the player bustin' off the block and I said good God
He said he gon' grab it out the car, I said he should, probably
Pussy so good it felt like I was off a good molly
Ooh, bitch on knowledge, I don't wear, tote an Uzi, wildin'
Make one phone call and your girl slidin'
Bitch, I'm Big BB Sun and I'm so slimy
Suck on the dick, look up, yeah, both side 'em
Howard from the cold spots, this a ghost sighting
And it's no free clout, no dick riding
You a snitchin' ass boy, you be cryin' fightin'
Big BB Sun, I be flyer than a TIE fighter, bee, skeet
[Chorus: Lil House Phone]
Nigga, I'ma go dumb, then I go away (Whoa)
I ain't tryna fuck that bitch 'cause she a throwaway ('Cause she a throwaway)
I got the dirty stick and it's a throwaway (And it's a throwaway)
And she gon' pop that shit, come be a ho today (Whoa, yeah)
Nigga, I'ma go dumb (Go, go), then I go away (Go, go)
I ain't tryna fuck that bitch 'cause she a throwaway (Nah)
I got the dirty stick and it's a throwaway (Yeah, whoa)
And she gon' pop that shit, come be a ho today
Throwaway was written by BB Sun & Lil House Phone & Eddy Baker.
Throwaway was produced by NEDARB.