Link by Keonn Lyrics
Baby, 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, 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
Come on, let's link, come on, let's link
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
Prada baby, she a flocker
Don't let any nigga hit, so they call her a bopper (bopper)
Can't no bitch top her
She got a squabble like a nigga, yeah, she get it from hеr father
Sex in the City girl
Nails donе, lemon braids, that's a pretty girl, ah
She don't be in any world
Wrong shoe, wrong fit, no Cinderella, girl
Car basic (basic)
Bro big mad it's not him that she chasin'
Two weeks, he couldn't find no replacement
He done lost a good bitch, downgraded to a basic
Lane switch (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
My dick, my SIG
Make a nigga bust in a M-I-N
Oh, that's what I like, baby, ah
That's what I like
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, 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
Come on, let's link, come on, let's link
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
Prada baby, she a flocker
Don't let any nigga hit, so they call her a bopper (bopper)
Can't no bitch top her
She got a squabble like a nigga, yeah, she get it from hеr father
Sex in the City girl
Nails donе, lemon braids, that's a pretty girl, ah
She don't be in any world
Wrong shoe, wrong fit, no Cinderella, girl
Car basic (basic)
Bro big mad it's not him that she chasin'
Two weeks, he couldn't find no replacement
He done lost a good bitch, downgraded to a basic
Lane switch (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
My dick, my SIG
Make a nigga bust in a M-I-N
Oh, that's what I like, baby, ah
That's what I like