Fortebowie - Decatur Booty lyrics
rate meThat’s my Decatur booty
Baby girl, that’s my Decatur booty
She had me fucked up
For one look, that’s what she threw me for
Had a nigga taking trips to the jurist, dog
Hold, stop, wait a minute, shorty, hold up
I don’t even know you enough to show you more love
Player smart, yeah, you already know that
Check that hoe fat
‘Cause she no leaker, she know Quan, she know everybody off
So I be damned if I let this bitch do me any harm
And I don’t believe you, no way that I believe you
Better take you back and receipt you
And I tell that hoe like
Shorty ain’t nothing, shorty ain’t nothing
Didn’t came with that bitch, she be looking stupid right at me
She know too many rappers, too many rappers
Too many rappers, she know too many rappers
Yeah, I won’t play this game
And I won’t play this game
Check via text, from the pretty little girl I see
Saying that she love me ‘cause there ain’t another nigga like me
I got what you want, best believe I got what you need
Now open up your legs like oli oli oxen free but a nigga like me, not the type to share my cookie, cause hoes cant refund pussy
i aint no rookie, young nigga, Charlie Brown hoody, game she look me no goody
She only saw a buzz like woody but I ain’t no toy
Playing with emotion like build and destroy
Try to fill that void, coming to my room, every girl keep it silent, don’t make no noise
I ride the boat, show her the middle, I can do it fast or slow a little
Eat that pussy like a bag of Skittles, come and stay with my niggas and I brag a little
But everybody hit it, everybody hit it
Got status and power then you know that hoe is with it because
Shorty ain’t nothing, shorty ain’t nothing
Didn’t came with that bitch, she be looking stupid right at me
She know too many rappers, too many rappers
Too many rappers, she know too many rappers
Yeah, I won’t play this game
And I won’t play this game
Cool nigga with that plated bag
Eying me ‘cause she see these stacks
She make that ass go pity pat and she want me down in that kitty cat
‘Cause I make her purr and I make her roar
Winning over here, baby check the score
Dollar bills go when she hit the floor
Dollar, dollar bills go when she hit the floor
One time for them bad hoes, no love for them fake bitches
Straight up Instagram flexing, bathroom sink when they take pictures
Lame hoes, gold diggers, go and fuck with them broke niggas
Money comes, money goes but I never ever been a broke nigga
‘50s hoes with that percolator, now she calling me Terminator
Heard her best friend want the D, she can get it, too, I heard her later
Swag here, that money walk, I know I got it, that’s money’s fault
Turn around and shake that ass, baby girl, you know money talks
Shorty ain’t nothing, shorty ain’t nothing
Didn’t came with that bitch, she be looking stupid right at me
She know too many rappers, too many rappers
Too many rappers, she know too many rappers
Yeah, I won’t play this game
And I won’t play this game
Thanks to Blendy for correcting these lyrics
