Lil Cherry - 305 Lick

Please don't forget it
Yuh please
Please don't forget it
VITAMINC

Choppin' them T-bone New York steak
Yuh I see you bitch gon' pleased
Coppin' that smoke dat lit (Uh)
Ya woo you bitch gon' sneeze
I got them choppa on them Benz
My bae she wanting that stick
My goons getting all them tatts
Stacking 'em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)
Hit that thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)
Lickin' my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits
Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3
Talk bout that jit might be work with police
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon' hit that lick (Uh)

I see the demon in your eye
Be with the clicka 'bout to goof
And I'mma die before I see it
But I still keep a silent rule
You the Rico with the roof
I ain't got no signals in my booth
Yuh please
Please don't forget it

That's what I didn't tell her
Your love on me-e
That's what I didn't tell her
It's all on me-e-e
That's what I didn't tell her
It's all on me-e-e
That's what I didn't tell her

Put it on high, put it on gee
Put it on ai ai 옹 (Ai ai 옹)
Put it on high, put it on gee
Put it on ai ai 옹 (Ai ai 옹)
Put it on, put it on
Put it on, a, a, 옹 (A, a, 옹)
Put it on, put it on
Put it on, a, a, 옹 (A, a, 옹)

I see the demon in your eye
Be with the clicka 'bout to goof
And I'mma die before I see it
But I still keep a silent rule
You the Rico wit the roof
I ain't got no signals in my booth

Yuh please
Please don't forget it
Don't forget it
Yuh please
Please don't forget it
VITAMINC

Choppin' them T-bone New York steak
Yuh I see you bitch gon' pleased
Coppin' that smoke dat lit (Uh)
Ya woo you bitch gon' sneeze
I got them choppa on them Benz
My bae she wanting that stick
My goons getting all them tatts
Stacking 'em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)
Hit that thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)
Lickin' my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits
Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3
Talk bout that jit might be work with police
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon' hit that lick (Uh)

Lookin' at your neck
You're a sell out huh?
Lookin' at your neck
You're a sell out huh?
You gon' run, you gon run
You gon' run by the book
Couldn't sell out, huh
You gon' run, you gon run
You gon' run by the book
Couldn't sell out, huh

Choppin' them T-bone New York steak
Yuh I see you bitch gon' pleased
Coppin' that smoke dat lit (Uh)
Ya woo you bitch gon' sneeze
I got them choppa on them Benz
My bae she wanting that stick
My goons getting all them tatts
Stacking 'em up blits on blits (Uh, yeah)
Hit that thang shit yuh yo bliss on bliss (Uh, yeah)
Lickin' my ear, woo, yuh, clits on clits
Why you wanna go 1, 2, 3
Talk bout that jit might be work with police
Tutufa trigger on dat heat
Raised in 305 we gon' hit that lick (Uh)