Fidget Songtext
von Left Brain
Fidget Songtext
(I broke up with my ex girl)
Riding new shit rims spinning
(I broke up with my ex girl)
Riding new shit rims spinning like a fidget
Riding new shit rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here′s the wrong number (Psych!)
Riding new shit rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch, only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number
You like some broke headphones, only one side work
Right side, left side, she make both sides twerk
Pregnant, boy, Left Brain, bitch you know my worth
I got money in the bank, bitch you know I′m a flirt
And I just broke up with my ex so I'm going berzerk
And I just copped the brand new Lex, you know I'm gon′ skrrt
Yellow bone in the passenger seat, she wearing a skirt
She suck my dick on the freeway made me crash in the dirt
Cause I got big belts on me like Texas
All my niggas with me and they′re wreckless
Everything checked off of my checklist
And I got all my side bitches on the guest list
(I broke up with my ex-girl)
(I broke up with my ex-girl)
(Here's her number)
(Psych, that′s the wrong number!)
Ay, Riding new shit, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch, only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number (Psych!)
Look you didn′t want me and I didn't want you
You say that I cheated, girl that is not true
You say at you lying, I saw you at Whole Foods (for real, though?)
You think that you sick huh, you think that you′re so cool
See I'm over it, over it, over it, please get over it
See I was so selfish, I didn't mean to hurt the bitch
I would play fast ball I didn′t mean to curve a bitch
See I was just drifting, I didn′t mean to swerve the bitch
Ok, new whip, new phone, who dis
Big bag, big steak, big chips
Big bag, big weight, big dick
Big weight, big chain, big shit
Let's go
Riding new shit, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here′s the wrong number (Psych!)
Riding new shit rims spinning
(I broke up with my ex girl)
Riding new shit rims spinning like a fidget
Riding new shit rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here′s the wrong number (Psych!)
Riding new shit rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch, only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number
You like some broke headphones, only one side work
Right side, left side, she make both sides twerk
Pregnant, boy, Left Brain, bitch you know my worth
I got money in the bank, bitch you know I′m a flirt
And I just broke up with my ex so I'm going berzerk
And I just copped the brand new Lex, you know I'm gon′ skrrt
Yellow bone in the passenger seat, she wearing a skirt
She suck my dick on the freeway made me crash in the dirt
Cause I got big belts on me like Texas
All my niggas with me and they′re wreckless
Everything checked off of my checklist
And I got all my side bitches on the guest list
(I broke up with my ex-girl)
(I broke up with my ex-girl)
(Here's her number)
(Psych, that′s the wrong number!)
Ay, Riding new shit, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch, only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number (Psych!)
Look you didn′t want me and I didn't want you
You say that I cheated, girl that is not true
You say at you lying, I saw you at Whole Foods (for real, though?)
You think that you sick huh, you think that you′re so cool
See I'm over it, over it, over it, please get over it
See I was so selfish, I didn't mean to hurt the bitch
I would play fast ball I didn′t mean to curve a bitch
See I was just drifting, I didn′t mean to swerve the bitch
Ok, new whip, new phone, who dis
Big bag, big steak, big chips
Big bag, big weight, big dick
Big weight, big chain, big shit
Let's go
Riding new shit, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass bitch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here′s the wrong number (Psych!)
Writer(s): Vyron Turner, Demond Arness Toney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
