D-Lo - Trade Seats lyrics

rate me

I be on that fly shit

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

I be on that wanna it I’mma buy shit

You be on that barely getting by shit

Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

Get top with topeness

You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

Me and her used to rock like a rocket

I got popping, fucked on your partners

There, and all I did was got some

If them bitches talking third world they got some

Got molly, got mud and she want some

She want me to be Elmer Fudd so she can be my shotgun

Panties matched her bra and her hair right

The rag gonna fall in love just for the night

And I’m a real nigga, straight up

Next day I pay for that weed that I throw up

Your bitch in turn my bitch ‘cause swap seats

‘Cause I rock designer and you swap meat

Broke nigga, get away from me, you smell cheesy

I get more money that I do sleep

Just let her play shot till I’m inside

Fucking on college girls that never met their freaky side

I be on that fly shit

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

I be on that wanna it I’mma buy shit

You be on that barely getting by shit

Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

Get top with topeness

You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

I be fucking niggas wives on the low

Didn’t know she was married ‘cause I never seen a ring before

I got a bunch of different races, all this dick for sure

But I ain’t never fucked a Chinese bitch before

And I like it and at the same time getting high

Bad bitch as my passenger, rolling up cherry pie

Cruising through the stop signs, all eyes on me

Your bitch looking like she wanna be in my bitch seat

And it’s good for her feet, won’t work, I got juice

I can come to where you at if you nervous about the hood

I be fly ‘cause I get in a lot of shit

I sell you weed, I sell you coke, I sell my bitch

Getting more, spending all on a whip

Hit the black, get it back, square whip…

I be on that fly shit

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

I be on that wanna it I’mma buy shit

You be on that barely getting by shit

Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

Get top with topeness

You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic

You be on that barely getting by shit

…on that barely getting high shit

All these bands coming in, I can’t stop it

You be on, you be on that man, I need a job shit

I be on that Christopher Walken shit

Versace chain on, try to snatch it, I’m popping shit

I be riding, leaning like a cello

Hands tucked the pistol for the photo

Your bitch on my line tryna hoe fronting

I hang up ‘cause she ain’t got the dough for me

You be on that Chris shit, always tryna tuck her

16 letter, gotta pay before I fuck her

Riding in my whip, cherry pie lip

Now they all…that’s that high shit

I be on that barely going broke shit

Your boyfriend pimping, you be tugging that hoe bitch

I be on that fly shit

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

I be on that wanna it I’mma buy shit

You be on that barely getting by shit

Riding on my whip, cherry pie lip

Your bitch wanna trade seats with my bitch

Get top with topeness

You heard the gossip, thorough be the topic