Make Em Say lyrics

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Woah (NLE the Top Shotta)

[Chorus: NLE Choppa & Mulatto]
Ayy, and we know some good di*k that make the pus*y say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good pus*y make them n*ggas say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good di*k that made the pus*y say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good pus*y make them n*ggas say

[Post-Chorus: NLE Choppa]
And I'm a Scorpio too
It's your di*k, babygirl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
I like a ratchet b*tch, it's somethin' about when she smash with her bonnet on (Bonnet on)
Keep my di*k up in her dome, I'm f*ckin' up her chromosome (Chromosome)
Like it when a young n*gga hit it, she thought that I was grown (Thought that I was grown)
Open up your mouth, I'ma spit in it while I'm strokin' long
Hit it from the back like where you runnin' from?
Left the nut up on her ass, in the back like a honey bun
Hundred drums, a hundred guns, your ex play, he a dummy-dumb
Bust nut on her lip, her n*gga askin' where she comin' from
Said that she a baller, I'm like, "b*tch, you know I ball too"
If she on her period, her pus*y turn to ragù (Turn to ragù)
Lookin' at my chains, she got wet, b*tch, that's what the bag do
I knock the pus*y out of the park, now she callin' me Babe Ruth, yeah (And we know some good di*k that make the pus*y say)
[Chorus: NLE Choppa & Mulatto]
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good pus*y make them n*ggas say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good di*k that make the pus*y say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good pus*y make them n*ggas say

[Post-Chorus: NLE Choppa]
And I'm a Scorpio too
It's your di*k, babygirl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love

[Verse 2: Mulatto & NLE Choppa]
He know what time it is (Yeah), he better not try a b*tch (Huh?)
I had the n*gga sprung 'fore I even tried the di*k (On God)
Who you know gon' ride the di*k? (Who?)
Take it out and swallow it? (Mmm)
Kitchen counter, coffee table, couch, all type of sh*t (Type of sh*t)
Makeup sex, won't even talk it out (Uh)
He love my Boosie verse, he wan' see what the hype about (Yeah)
Make him eat it late night like the Waffle House (Waffle House)
And purple pickle mean pull up, don't gotta type it out (Uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm wifey, but f*ck him like a ratchet (Like a ratchet)
He gon' drop it in the box like a ballot (Like a ballot)
If it's gon' have me callin' b*tches up and spazzin' (Brr)
Snappin' in my captions, then I gotta have it (And we know some good di*k that make the pus*y say)
[Chorus: NLE Choppa & Mulatto]
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good pus*y make them n*ggas say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good di*k that make the pus*y say
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh-oh
And we know some good pus*y make them n*ggas say

[Post-Chorus: NLE Choppa]
And I'm a Scorpio too
It's your di*k, babygirl
I think I'm in love, love, love
I think I'm in love, love, love