笨小笨On It! (Explicit)歌词由King Combs&AzChike&1TakeJay演唱，出自专辑《Cyncerely， C3 - EP (Explicit)》，下面是《On It! (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
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On It! (Explicit) - King Combs/AzChike/1TakeJay
Yeah
You see all this ice
n***a you see how we rocking
CYN n***a
I bust down in these Louies
I gotta chill knocking down all these groupies
I'm a Playboi Carti hang around with the Uzi
You acting like she yours
But she down for my movie
I be pimping
I aingt worried about no B***h crushing
If I jump they gong jump
Get this B***h jumping
Broke up with my Glock
Got that B***h dumping
If I wear my money with my clothes
I cangt fit nothing
Bands poking
Thirty Glock got my hand smoking
If I'm up and catch a lick
I put my mans on it
I bring the B*****s to the beach
Put the sand on it
Treat that ass like a fur
And put my hands on it
Yeah uh put my hands on it
If you twerking for a Birkin
Put my bands on it
Dirty money she gong have to
Put a fan on it
Shawty ducking from the flash
Put the cam on it
Yeah I go Super Saiyan on it
And she's leaving with me
You can plan on it
Because the crib so big
You can land on it
And that s**t got a beach
You can tan on it
What What And that's facts
Cut her off she mad
And that's that
Four door garage
The whips black
Hoes wanna menáge
They B***h bad
Like I worked at WingStop
You see these pieces
This Cuban link sitting up
Just like I got cleavage
Like an old B***h
Let me put my teeth in
I cangt smile too hard
Because my s**t really blinging
And if the head game right
I'm not leaving
You bald-headed
If you cangt achieve it
B***h weave it
These niggas want smoke
But these niggas still tweet
This B***h got a n***a
But this B***h still beaking
I can't * with a classy B***h
I tried it
I need a ratchet B***h
That's gong suck d**k and ride it
Girl you want this d**k
Aingt s**t free you gotta buy it
She Cash App and text back
Ooh you know I like it
I'm Superman because
These lil' niggas is my sidekick
I'm not selling swag
But these niggas still buying
You not a boss
You just real good at lying
Singing all my s**t
You my fan and my hypeman
I bust down in these Louies
I gotta chill knocking down
All these groupies
I'm a Playboi Carti
hang around with the Uzi
You acting like she yours
But she down for my movie
I be pimping I ain't worried
About no B***h crushing
If I jump they gong jump
Get this B***h jumping
Broke up with my Glock
Got that B***h dumping
If I wear my money with my clothes
I can't fit nothing
Bands poking
Thirty Glock got my hand smoking
If I'm up and catch a lick
I put my mans on it
I bring the B*****s to the beach
Put the sand on it
Treat that ass like a fur
And put my hands on it
