Grab It and Slap It Becky and Savage Lyrics


Grab It and Slap It Becky and Savage Lyrics By Russ And Tion Wayne. Main song words are Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savage Lemme show you a magic trick, you can have this d^^k after that man vanish.

Grab It and Slap It Becky and Savage Lyrics

Very s^^y, Keisha, BeckyMhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that b^mper, wha’ the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it’s insaneVery s^^y, Keisha, Becky

Like baby stop it, everything’s mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks)I love this sh^t, I can’t stop itBaby, arch your back and sl^de on itTry hit chest, neck, belly or backManna big man, twenty racks on taxVery s^^y, yelly, Steffy (Bullet)Baby shake up your b^m-b^m (Shake it)Don’t have s^^ without co^^^ms (Nah)Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)I don’t pipe your girl-, that’s my don-donVery selective, selected c^^n, eject itThe way he ran off, he meant it (Gone)

Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it, grab it and slap it, Becky a savageLemme show you a magic trick, you can have this d^^k after that man vanishTwo MILFs in a whip, bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manageThis baby face an advantage, man still show a big girl what a man isGive her my screw face, she caught me staring, what do you expect when your s^^rt’s so short?Out here twerking, gone past caring, she went out cheating, the girl got caughtStepped in the place all shiny, I don’t have a chain, man glow when I walkDon’t phone if you’re wasting my time, got me changing my line ’cause I don’t wanna talk

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that b^mper, wha’ the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it’s insaneVery s^^y, Keisha, Becky

How many L’s did I take this year? And how many times did I b^^k your chicky?Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that’s d^^^yAnd I didn’t wanna holla at Becky, so I went Brighton and holla’d at Bri^^eyAnd how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fiftyAnd I don’t really wanna hear nonsenseMan send one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custardSlim t’ic with the back come detail, give her back shot, two-two, now she loved itAnd the ting come quick like a e-mail, mate well done, got brain and he cuffed itJAY bun up the place like a moshpit, viral, now I got fans in BostonTwo stepped to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ didAnd everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop itBad B from kway called Lisa, sh^t den, wanna take wood cah I’m poppin’

Everyday I give thanks for the blessings but I repent for numerous cheffingsIf you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren’t shocked that his bredrin left himBet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting, free my broski inside for some bootingsMan, I’m boasy, spend racks on a Cuban and my lightskin, brownskin or cute tingsMan I love to go west, spend figures, then I go home, eat bariis and hilibAfrican girl arch back, I wan’ ‘it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinachSnapchat-cam them boy you’re all imageWhite girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, NobuMhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that b^mper, wha’ the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it’s insaneVery s^^y, Keisha, Becky

JS, JSThey ain’t made for the sh^t, they’re softI done drill first, think lastAll these man wan’ talk ’bout drill, they do drill rap but ain’t got no heartAll the things man seen and done in the field, ni^^a you won’t know the halfAnd bro told me he just done that bait, so now he’s in a petrol bathBro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off, before I back it, they run offHit that once, you can’t be my lover, HMP, free up my brotherAmbush I got my block jumpy, jumpy, gyal on me, man they love meTwo gyal, who’s holding this brucky? Oh my god, look at that b^msy

(Nine-nine-nine)See my guy got bagged for the chinging, the grind don’t stop so we see this doughI told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothesA9 got caught with the grub, oh my, so he’s looking like two do oneAnd I pray on my life that they ride in front the jakes so the whole tings doneBig up my chocolate darling, true say that she lost the plotDoing up-Doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek as she whips that potMy bro just reading the amm, take that to the OT spotLike we was fifteen when we had the whole 9 block like Wizard of OzSee, back the beef, you get got gNine side, we’re on top bBecky come and then slop meAnd Keisha mad cah she’s on meBack the beef, you get got gNine side, we’re on top bBecky come and then slop meAnd Keisha…

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that b^mper, wha’ the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)Drip like my chain, shake that arse, it’s insaneVery s^^y, Keisha, Becky

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