Lyrics:
dance
In my new condo, it sits on an island
Brand new V12s, zero mileage
I swear I got bitches that look just like Kylie
Rolex Daytona with colorful
Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke though?
My partner had cinco now we blowin' on that ocho
a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby go on and get us a round
'Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate
We partying, yeah got
a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy
a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy
a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
I got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy
tossed
fuck a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale
i got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail
i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
kick down ya door, and demand ya cake
Bell's palsy
But bitches still love my handsome face
Conway, this shit is like Deontay
Wilder versus a Bantamweight
Aw i'm the shit, need a toilet (aw)
Swerve like an alcohol
Fuck is up, can't call it (aw)
Pussy ass niggas
Why these bitches keep callin'
Lit off
it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke
Nigga it’s young Guapo
I’m handsome and wealthy
We do not check the forecast
But we changing the weather
Designer
They ain't fucking with my clique
My clique, my clique, my clique
And bitches on my dick
Because I'm on the shit
I'm a pimp, a pimp, a pimp, a pimp
bitches they wanna get laid man
(wanna get laid)
Used to have 50 bricks in the Escalade man
Finnessin' them tickets
My money is stashed in the ceiling
Spittin' like a lake in hell
But bitches like my God
Plus niggas flicking lenses on
Me like a tripod
'Cuz they know there's only one eye
Like cyclops
You
Man, niggas do anything for
These bitches though
Gettin' paper like it's copied
Now my dollars' cloned
Twenty thou overnight for versaci ho
Fat
Can't tell a soul theres some niggas that want me dead by tonight
But I ain't trippin cause them niggas be textin bitches they all Hype
She know I'm
the fucking bag
Chronic by the fucking bag
Bodies by the fucking bag burn it all
I be popping some Mercedes Xans
Carry my bitches in body bags
$uicideboy with
I gotta pull up in that wide body thang
You can't park me by no Range
'Cause I pull up with that double parkin'
You know I gotta keep the fire
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be louis
niggas falling
Like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggas it's like, "Protected by Viper, stand
wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wrong
(You be-, bitches got met wrong)
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can act like you don't like it but you do
niggas falling
Like white bitches in a scary movie
Ah, you know I don't know how to act
Get too close to niggas it's like, "protected by Viper, stand
wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wrong
(You be-, bitches got met wrong)
You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can act like you don't like it but you do
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