Lets Link (Remix)

[Intro] M.A. on the track [Chorus: WhoHeem] I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands Treat you like you monarchy, the we can slide out, touch bands Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands [Verse 1: Lil Mosey] Shawty do your dance and clap once Baby, shake yo' ass and clap twice Finna bring you back home, give you good pipe Then I seen her boyfriend text her goodnight Bitch you think that I care I just wanna beat it up and pull hair Just bounce that up baby, good air She only tryna fuck with a millionaire I'ma leave a lil' drip on your forehead Then I find another one in the morning I ain't tryna get a wife, that shit boring You know I'm tryna fuck 'causе she foreign Last time I fuckеd, I recorded off an iPhone Said it's so good, she was singing all high notes She get so lit, that's the side note She gon' spit on this dick with her eyes closed [Chorus: WhoHeem] I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands Treat you like you monarchy, the we can slide out, touch bands Come on, with Heem, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands [Verse 2: WhoHeem] Prada baby, she a flocker Don't let any nigga hit, so they call her a bopper Can't no bitch top her She got a squabble like a nigga, yeah, she get it from her father Sex in the City girls Nails done, lemon braids, they're so pretty, girl, ah She don't be in any world Wrong shoe, wrong fit, no Cinderella, girl Car basic Bro big mad it's not him that she chasin' Two weeks, he couldn't find a replacement He done lost a good bitch, downgraded to a basic Lane switch Bitch is lucky, call her sour folk 'cause she change 'Cause she don't care Sold her nigga, won't offer it up, notched up Turned off her pipe and then she bossed up On any bitch head who got an issue Mace a bitch up, tear your drawers, she might spit too Messy, take your nigga if she want to Give him pussy, got him stuck, he said I love you on the first day You bitches couldn't see her on her worst day Fly bitch like first day of school on her birthday Ooh, she nasty, F-R-E-A-K [Verse 3: Tyga] I like you, I don't wanna fuck on your bestfriend Let me give that lil' pussy lil' lessons We can link, we can link with a text message You ever been in a Ferrari? Make a wish, I can do it to you You a lil' bopper, got a little booty And she wanna top me, don't spill the fluids I'm a dog, move bitch, got a new bitch Ain't Ludacris, but I tell her "Move, bitch" I'm a motherfuckin' G, got ruthless Press the button, make the car got roofless Make it nasty, suck it like you toothless Give a fuck 'bout a nigga, give two shits New whip, new phone, bitch, who this? OMG, bussin' like a grape, bitch, ooh Ah, that's what I like, baby, that's what I like F-R-E-A-K (A-K) Lil' C-R-A-Z-Y, that's crazy Ayy, go crazy (Go crazy) Ayy, goddam (goddam) Ayy, I killed it (I killed it) Ayy, I'm done [Chorus: WhoHeem] I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands Treat you like you monarchy, the we can slide out, touch bands Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands Come on with Heem, come on with Heem (Ah) Come on, let's link, come on, let's link (Ah) I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands