Yg - Toot It Up Lyrics

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I told her, Toot it up, bend it over, make it shake make it shake
Bitch, Im looted up, she wanna fuck me cause Im great Im great
At the booty club, finna throw your rent, so dont be late dont be late
I told her, Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck what they think yeah
In the Maybach truck, Im Him on the license plate, hold up yeah, yeah
How you get all that ass with no waist? With no waist
Bet that pussy pretty, sit it on my face on my face
I aint trippin, make it shake, earthquake, ayy earthquake

All that ass like its your birthday love you
Bad bitch, she fresh out of surgery shakin
Birkin hangin off her arm, she in first place first place
Im proud of her, so I Prada her the first day brazy, brazy
I aint no trick, but I be trickin on her trickin on her
She half-naked on the Gram, but I aint trippin on her I aint trippin on her
That pussy wet as fuck, before I fuck, Im sippin on her Im sippin on her
If that pussy ran through and dried up, Im dippin on her bye, bitch

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, straight like that straight like that
Fuckin on my best friend cause we straight like that straight like that
I spit in her mouth while hittin it from the back
Im pullin out lace fronts, ponytails and tracks ooh
She fuck all the rappers, she a lil rat she a lil rat
We pull up to the stu, Im tryna break her back tryna break her back
Pussy poppin out the panties, ooh, its fat
Walk in the booty club, Im like, Who is that?

I told her, Toot it up, bend it over, make it shake make it shake
Bitch, Im looted up, she wanna fuck me cause Im great cause Im great
At the booty club, finna throw your rent, so dont be late dont be late
I told her, Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck what they think yeah
In the Maybach truck, Im Him on the license plate, hold up yeah, yeah
How you get all that ass with no waist? With no waist
Bet that pussy pretty, sit it on my face on my face
I aint trippin, make it shake, earthquake, ayy earthquake

Uh, I tell her, Toot it up, ass fat, I shoot it up yeah
Bitch, Im booted up, hard liquor, Im hooted up
Takin shots off her body, that booty, she pop it up yeah
Fire in the pocket, I pop it and light it up, yeah
Porsche 918, pussy wet, swim ting ooh
All my bitches get along, no hatin nah
Private location, no tellin what Im makin yeah, yeah
Palm tree weather, got a bad bitch bakin

Yeah, hunnid thousand dollars on the marble top big
Patty-cake, baker man, I get bread a lot yeah
Real quiet, got a mashed potato on the Glock pew
And that bitch suck me up like a cough drop
Wait, wait, poppin, poppin, on her, on her face, face
Mask on on, no case
She got them double Ds, we aint on a double date nah
Just matte the Benz, fucked her on the first date

I might fuck around and drown in all this water
No, I am not the bitches baby father
No, I refuse to cuff these little thotters
No, turnin down the tree that she just offered
Cause its me, I do not condone
Cookie my cologne, that why she wont leave me lone
I told her, Make it wobble for me, Ima make a song
I aint post her on my story, that my lil partner jawn

Its your money in the air, she gon get it off the floor
Actin like you pimpin, you can send her to the store
Your hoein worth some paper, baby, how could you be broke?
I know that kitty pretty, fore I lick it, gotta soak uh-oh

Ayy, 4Hunnid gang, Hellgang in this bitch
We gon keep throwin them dollars, we got commas
That bank account thick Larry makin all the hits, yeah