Lyrics
What it is, Folk?
This right here is the 16 year old phenome, Chris Breezy
Me, myself, I’m the 23 yr old CEO
Young Carter, I’m harder then them other boys
I ain’t even fronting, baby I can take a summer off
I can break a woman off
I can take the stomach off, one of my trucks
Now I’m riding in the goods
Line it on up, guarantee you get served
Lil’ Chris, said run it
So I ran and told her
I’m a cash money young’n,
Bird-man junior
Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence
The young boy just turned 16 and I got
6 4’s and hot bikes that I rock
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock
But all that swinging in that bikini just make him dizzy
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop
‘Cause you speaking that slang that I talk
That sassy tempo with that walk,
May be the reason that all this teenies may never see me
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you
What ya body got a young boy ready to do
If you take a chance, and let me put them things on you
I could show you why I make them straight A’s in school
I’m a HUSTLA!
Trust my frame and age
Got you thinking that I’m just too young to turn your page
I can PICTURE!
Us switching lanes in the coupe
With you on the phone screaming my name
(Chris!)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
Girl you serious and I been watching you (Y’all ready)
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
This’s what your body’s saying
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp (Hey yeah) (Y’all ready?)
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
(Get ’em)
Okay
Weezy-baby, baby what it do, I’m try to holla at you
I ain’t upset, but I’ll blind you if I smile at you
You rock’n wit young Chris and the best rapper
So leave your phone, bring your friends, let the rest happen
A lil’ Patron, a lil’ Hen, I’m on Cavalli Vodka
I’m in Cavalli jeans, got on Cavalli boxers
I’m fresher than a newborn
And um, I can work you out like a futon
And um, you can leave your birthday suit on
I’ma leave my boots on
I’ma leave my jewels on
Never know what you want
I’ma leave that tool on
Never know who home
I learned that from a Biggy song
On to a new one
Some like a redbone
Ohh I think she like me, she got me on a ringtone
And I told her, “Get yours, girl and don’t you stop”
Now gimme that funk, that gushy stuff
(OH!)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the ‘lac
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)
VA
Yeah, ha
Yeah ma don’t be frontin’ like you don’t know what’s goin’ on
Aight, yeah
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