Lets Link (Remix) (feat. Tyga & Lil Mosey)

[WhoHeem:]
I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands

[Lil Mosey:]
Shorty, do your dance and clap once
Baby, shake your ass and clap twice
Finna bring you back home, give you good pipe
Then I seen your boyfriend text you goodnight
Bitch you think that I care, I just want to beat it up and pull hair
Just bounce that up baby good air, she only tryna fuck with a millionaire
Ima leave a little drip on your forehead, then I find another one in the morning
I ain't tryna get a wipe that shit boring, (yuh) you know I'm tryna fuck cause she foreign
Last time I fucked I record her off a iPhone
Said it's so good she was singing on a high note, she get so lit that's a side note (damn)
She gon' spit on this dick with her eyes closed

[WhoHeem:]
I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on with Heem, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands

Prada baby, she a flocker
Don't let any nigga hit, so they call her a bopper
Can't no bitch top her
She got a squabble like a nigga, yeah, she get it from her father
Sex in the City girls
Nails done, lemon braids, they're so pretty, girl, ah
She don't be in any world
Wrong shoe, wrong fit, no Cinderella, girl
Car basic
Bro big mad it's not him that she chasing
Two weeks, he couldn't find a replacement
He done lost a good bitch, downgraded to a basic
Lane switch
Bitch is lucky, call her sour folk 'cause she change
'Cause she don't care
Sold her nigga, won't offer it up, notched up
Turned off her pipe and then she bossed up
On any bitch head who got an issue
Mace a bitch up, tear your drawers, she might spit too
Messy, take your nigga if she want to
Give him pussy, got him stuck, he said I love you on the first day
You bitches couldn't see her on her worst day
Fly bitch like first day of school on her birthday
Ooh, she nasty, F-R-E-A-K

[Tyga:]
I Like You, I don't want to fuck on your best friend
Let me get a little pussy, little lesson
We could link, we could link, with a text message
You ever been in a Ferrari, skrrt
Make a wish, y'all could do it too
You a little bopper, got a little booty, bop
And she wanna top me, don't spit the flu?
I'm a dog, move bricks, got a new bitch
Ain't little, Chris, but I tell her move bitch (move)
I'm a mother fucking G, go ruthless
Press a button, make the car go roofless
Make a nasty, suck it like you toothless
Give a fuck bout a nigga, give two shits (fuck)
New whip, new phone, bitch who this? (hello)
O-M-G bust it like a great big bus
Oooo Ahhhhh, that's what I like baby (baby)
That's what I like, F-R-E-A-K (A-K)
Little C, R-A-Z-Y, that's crazy (crazy)
Go crazy (Go crazy)
Go dumb (Go dumb)
I killed it (aye)
I'm done

[WhoHeem:]
I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Treat you like you monarchy, we can slide out, touch bands
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands
Come on with Heem, come on with Heem,
Come on let's link, come on let's link
I like you, I don't give a fuck 'bout your boyfriend
Come on, let's link, can't do what I do, I can beat it up with no hands