Lil Yea (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(Sweet on the beat)

[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah

[Verse 1: FWC Big Key]
She don't follow me on the 'Gram, but swallow it in the bed (You get it?)
She a stallion, sometimes, she be remindin' me of Meg (Meg Thee Stallion)
She know a n*gga got it, but be stoppin' me from payin' (I got it)
She got me on my sh*t, finna go shoppin' for a bag
You won't catch her in the club, that's why I buy her breakfast (Breakfast Club)
AP or the Rollie? That's what got her stressin' (Get both)
Lethal with this sh*t, she tryna buy a weapon (Danny Glover)
Don't flash your lil' cash, that do not impress her (At all)
Bougie lil' b*tch, she only fly with Delta
She ride it with no hands and she drive a Tesla
If I get flicked with this b*tch, she know they gotta catch us (We gone)
She ain't got no waist, I just got it measured
She got a Glock 43, but she keep it in her purse
Scam money, got these n*ggas thinkin' she a nurse (She on it)
All about the Benjis, I can leave her with the work
Just know that she a demon if you see the b*tch in church
[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah

[Verse 2: Peezy]
She my lil' yeah, eat the di*k with both hands
Hittin' it raw, layin' the smackdown, f*ckin' up the bed
I ain't even seen my n*ggas, rather f*ck with her instead
I only knew her for two months and I done bought a purse again, goddamn
pus*y got me sleepy, I don't pop Xans
She keep grabbin' on my di*k, I had to tell her stop playin'
Freaky b*tch wanna f*ck on OnlyFans, she ain't shy at all
Feet up in the chair, gettin' head, finna nod off
She a straight stallion
Lightskin, long hair, I think the b*tch Italian
Her daddy might be in the mob, sh*t, I'm finna ask him
We hit the gun range, she know how to work the ratchet
Birthday in July, man, I think she a Cancer
What you want? You can have it
Had a threesome when she turned twenty-one 'cause she a savage
On Rodeo Drive carryin' twenty thousand worth of baggage
I can't lie, I f*ck with her, she been sleepin' at the mansion, she my yeah
[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah

[Verse 3: Kayla B]
Wake him up to f*ck again 'cause I ain't sleepy enough (Good pus*y)
If I can't spit in your mouth, then you ain't freaky enough (Spit in your sh*t)
sh*t don't excite me, n*gga, ask me, I'm keep gettin' up
If I ain't c*mmin' when you f*ck me, you ain't beat me enough
Just a ratchet b*tch that keep the F&N, guess again (b*tch)
Spin the block, one extra Benz, if you ain't knocked out, next of kin
And we better not catch you claimin' sets again, flex again (My bad)
I'ma call your baby daddy back, we gon' have sex again (Yeah)
Put this pus*y on your shoulders, b*tch, I'm gettin' over (Wet him up)
You only last about two minutes when I'm bendin' over
If I'm your lil' yeah-yeah, spend that sh*t like Diddy do in Miami
And if you ever f*ck me over, I'ma start f*ckin' your daddy

[Chorus: FWC Big Key]
She my lil' yeah, don't nobody know about us (Nobody)
pus*y so good, I sat back and wrote about it (Had to)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, he ain't havin' motion probably (He broke as hell)
And she don't trip on what I do, she know I'm poppin' (She know I'm lit)
Got b*tches shakin' ass (Yeah), wrist, paid cash
Might be a lil' slow, but the whip came fast
I'm to the point where I can f*ck my b*tch main friend (Come here)
This lil' b*tch a demon, that's why she my main yeah