Antibody lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & Tyga]
Well Done, Fever
Enrgy made this one
Ayy, ayy, ayy, b*tch
T-Raw, Haha
Well Done, motherf*cker
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Tyga]
How 'bout I dance in the pus*y, hit the running man (Running man)
I c*m on her pus*y f*cking up her spray tan (Spray tan)
I work and sweat the pus*y out, need a head band (Head band)
I'm going T-Raw, skinny n*gga, big bands
Happy birthday b*tch, I'm the cake man (Ayy)
Don't give that good pus*y away to a waste man (Ayy)
Back-back that ass up, I got ten bands (Yeah)
Ooh, she f*ck a boss, not a middle man (Ahh!)
Need a thirty inch weave with the ass fat (Bih)
Acrylic on her nails, keep that body in tact (Yea)
Light skin but I f*ck her when it's pitch black (Ayy)
She gon' make her old n*gga have a heart attack (*Cough*)
Bombs over Baghdad in the strip club (Woo)
In Miami at 11, man they show mе love (Yea)
In the cornеr with a Instagram modeler
Twenty thousand ones, DJ hit the red alert (Woo)
[Chorus: Tyga]
I don't f*ck with b*tch with weak body (No)
I need ass and tits on Bugatti (Yea)
Good girl, when she drunk she's super thotty (Yea)
"b*tch, wear your mask," she said she antibody (b*tch)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Wipe off your lips, stop kissing everybody (b*tch)
Shake that ass like Megan, you a hottie (Ahh!)
She work the stick like the Energizer bunny
I never met a b*tch that never wants some money
Ayy dog look at me, I'm the sh*t, you a flea
Dog I eat my competition like pedigree
Green beans, collard greens, mac and cheese
You ever met a n*gga with a soul like me (Yea)
High priest, bow down, pray to me (Me)
She playing with my balls like it's tennis, like it's Wii (Wii)
Rough like Eve (Ruff Ryder), snake Lil Keed
Foreign b*tch, foreign stamps, foreign keys (Yea)
I go super highy-high, keep it sneean (Highy-high)
Told my old b*tch that I'd never leave
But I found out I'm more in love with me
Ayy, ayy, pack the pus*y up
Champagne cork, *Pop*, pop the pus*y up (Yeah)
Bear hug on the pus*y, show the pus*y love (Yeah)
All the women in my section when I'm in the club
[Chorus: Tyga]
I can't f*ck with b*tch with weak body (No)
I need ass and tits on Bugatti (Yah)
Good girl, she get drunk she's super thotty
"b*tch, wear your mask," she said she antibody (b*tch)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Tyga]
We didn't get this far by accident (b*tch)
But you know this by now (Well Done Fever)
Well Done Fever