letra de throw back - izzy lyew
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw but threw my ass to the beat
eat a slim-thick b-tch like a bon appétit
no bone-touching t–th
izzy keep it slippery
b-tches banging to the beat
heard this song a nursery
i’m beating kids out of the skeet
and he eating out the cuda (cuda cuda)
said he want a piece
and he big, i call him bhuddha (bhuddha bhuddha)
it’s a queendom
i never measured
get the rulеr (ruler ruler)
doggy keep me wеt
diamonds dripping
he’s a drooler
izzy keep on popping like the mac (mac)
and cheese gooey, so he l!cking out my back (my back)
ditsy-dora hoe, i heard you looking for the map (map)
p-ssy smell like tuna, yeah you fishy, that’s a wrap, yuck
got my rum and coke on the key so bump me (bump me)
threw my ass back, started dancing funky
two peas and a tripod on my onesie
i f-ck and duck a trade, that’s a humpty dumpty
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
i am scooby
want no scr-ppy’s
better feed me
bow wow wow
hair shedding
while i’m sweating
so i take it
doggy style
lip on joker
b-tchy choker
better greet me
if i smile
put my card up in your pocket
keep my name up out your mouth
if it’s raining, where my clouds
cats and doggies on the prowl
taking selfies on my ig
so your baby know i’m out
in orlando, at the mall
in miami, smoking loud
boca, duval, tally
lauderdale, we shut it down
if i’m pregaming, then it’s florida state on
275, where my tampa bayans
smoking with my rastas, like the club is zion
then i tip the queens, sugar daddy bygone
when i get my drink, got the flossy blink on
i keep the chat chit, got a lot to think on
bossy b-tches only, you can’t clique this icon
tail be spinning head, you can call me lincoln
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
can’t throw, but throw my ass to the beat
smoking with my rastas, like the club is zion
bossy b-tches only, you can’t clique this icon
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