THAN YOU RAPPERS

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My shit don't jam on me
Work harder than you rappers
No hands go dance on me
My carti on me dancing
No hands go dance on me
Like girl work that plan on me
Yeah I come through annually
To see you move and vibe out
We smokin tangie weed
Theres nothin hear to cry bout
I just met this model and she perfect
F*ck
This hoe got me in this bitch cursin
Tuck
Up me somethin than we smoke it
Tattoos behind her ears
And belly button pierced she smokin
Nice and tan she a fan
With anything give it time
It's gone change you
You want me to give you time
But I can't do it
I can't give you time
Thats what I can't do
People say the ball
But they can't hoop
Yeah I'm better than these candy rappers
Nah nah, aint no actor
You call me with your friend
Yeah I'm prolly goin spin
Nicki Minaj with 2 twins
Look like Kylie and Kim
And we aint smoking just like anybody
Only roll exotic
I told my dogs that
If they talking they don't got it
That's what I've learned from most shit
I don't drive no Maserati
That ones for my hoe
I think about her everytime
I make a right on Haun road
And that pussy wet
Like the ocean
Shit imma super threat
Don't leave me open
Momma I thank you for your devotion
So I keep goin
Bands rubber banned in the bag
Louis V zipped
Her waist snatched got some cash
Ass fat as Venus
I guaranteed the boy he never seen this
Than she hit me with the curve
Like Clayton Kershaw
And I really wasn't sure
But I live and learn dog
And still that pussy gets smashed
She love it from the side
Face East ass West
And she so good I'd give her my last check
Theres only 4 Jacks in a stack
Ofcourse you knew that
Porsche over the Scat
But I floor em both
I don't know how to act when I pour the float
Loves still a drug and I'm over both
Call it what you wantbet it's somethin close
My shit don't jam on me
Work harder than you rappers
No hands go dance on me
My carti on me dancing
No hands go dance on me
Like girl work that plan on me
I come through annually
To see you move and vibe out
Smokin tangie weed
Theres nothin hear to cry bout
Let me get a couple of minutes
I put my name on it
She already touchin my zipper
She tryna sang on me
I don't need no cup of that liquor
But I like gettin high
And I feel you thinkin that I'm just like anybody
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Girl I aint like anybody
I don't need no cup of the liquor but I like gettin high I
Bounce on piano keys
Do less talking than you rappers
Bounce on the piano keys
I bounce on the piano keys
She said she can teach me a little piano baby
Go and get what you after that all that matters baby
Until I get what I'm after I swear I'm agitated
And boy go ask when I came in this shit
Shit when Shaq was breaking glass I was innocent
Seen her walking through sax with the timberlands
If you want somethin gotta go get it
I just told my partner we go no ceilings
If you say you comin better come with it
House party sounds like there's a club in it
And my weed feel like there's some other drugs in it
And she talk to me like she really love me
But I know she just tryna get something from me
I should go but I don't know
Im sittin comfy
But how am I supposed to take care of you
Without stacking up the money
In the club right now everything here is cool
Please don't try nothin funny
My shit don't jam on me work harder than you rappers
No hands go dance on me
My carti on me dancing
No hands go dance on me
Like girl work that plan on me
I come through annually
To see you move and vibe out (See you move, see you vibe)
Smokin tangie weed
Theres nothin hear to cry bout
Put that plan on me
Oh
Oh no hands
Oh now she put her hands on me
I like how she move from side to side she dance around the beat
Side to side she dance around the beat

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