Risky – Saweetie lyrics

Lyrics Risky – Saweetie

Risky lyrics
Saweetie, how it feel doing number?
I put rims on a hot pink Honda
Lipgloss on, it’s a pretty bitch summer
Take it how you wanna, I put it on my mama
I heard around town, I’m the baddest ever
Bitches love sayin’ how they fake did it better
Heard them hoes linked up, they be mad together
I could do the splits with the 100 spread do better
Knew the head was special
He giving brain like a geek
Dior cologne, that shit a bring out the freak
Fuck a fake nigga and a pick me bitch
Mouth slick, lunatic, leave a dirty dick sick
I’m Mr’s. Untouchable, I’m like a lunchable
Play like it’s all fun and games when I’m done with you
Someone approachable, I’m unregrettable
Bitches is all talk, this ain’t no interview

[Chorus: Saweetie]
All that drama and that gossip, he can miss me (ooh)
How the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin’ risky

[Verse 3: Saweetie]
Workin’ overtime, yeah I barely see my sheets, huh
.. bitch, and I ain’t getting beauty sleep
Gotta hit it with it, if you tryna get to me
‘Cause my schedule fillin’ up, I’m booking summer to the spring
Ain’t nobody doin’ harder, heard ’bout you, so whats up with this?
It’s a difference between a puppet and who run the show
I rock the Magic City, bust some bands, lettin’ hunnids go
All this ice drippin’ on my body like a runny nose
Ask him what my life like now versuri-lyrics.info
Cosmo and Vogue covers, up the price right now
Princess, let my fingers get that right, right now
Fat ass, four point, I was making me proud
My jewelry outrageous, don’t ask me what it cost me
Two times in the backseat, sipping on dark liquor
Ice hit the light, even make Ray Charles see me
Bitch end up keeping up with ..

[Chorus: Saweetie]
All that drama and that gossip, he can miss me (ooh, ooh)
How the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin’ risky (ooh)
All that drama and that gossip, he can miss me
How the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang mixy
Three, two shots got a bitch feelin’ riskyyy

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Risky – Saweetie lyrics
Risky - Saweetie
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