Lyrics:
seen you was sour
Turning me up like the stereo louder
My chain it hit different colors like a flower
If a nigga think he fucking with me
Check him out
it ghetto in stilettos
My attitude like the hulk
I'm a boss I wear Louis
My coochie is wrapped in pucci
My nigga he cop me Gucci
They love me like I
came to win, she's just tryna kick it like it's 4th and 10
Give her that she gon' run it back
Her legs spread like a jumping jack
Her other man, he
E3 Smoke nigga
The eyes chico, they never lie
That's my lil Latina, got her wet like Aquafina
I'm the side nigga, I be sayin she my prima
Fine ass
thug pussy, bitch!
She shot her last man in the neck (Uh)
Somethin' 'bout his little dick
Wouldn't get erect, he he!
I likes that about her (Thug bitch)
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah, it hurt
poppin, Cash!
Check, un, un, yeah
She want that Louis, Louis, that Prada, Prada,
When it comes to jewelry, you know she got a lotta
She want that
the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends
He Was the only son of Peggy and Louis
don't want the smoke (nah, niggas don't want no smoke)
She like it rough when we fuck, so I'm grabbin' that bitch by the throat (grr)
Niggas sayin' they
I like about superstars?
I like my superstars to be out there jump out
The window! Be like Prince with
Your ass out i may
See it and say, "Damn, she
comin' too"
In the 305, treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that-pop that)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we
Fucked me a model, need two so I doubled 'em (doubled 'em)
You get hit up by two hoes like it's double dutch (grrt, grrt)
He prolly turn to a rat
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you should be honored
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright, okay, I don't dance,
Wear Louis V, feet got the Uggs
Prada my jeans, I'm getting top
She a machine, she do not stop
I'm with the routine, game is on lock
Like submarines,
a uh)
Bitch it's Louis on my belt, she undid the buckle (she undid the what)
(Ha)
Look at my shoes, this half a K
I bust up, lick my fingers and they
time she come, cause I'm a big stepper
Gucci, Louis, Prada for the drip
Ohh yeah this big pressure
Broski put a stamp on all his work, he got a brick
askin' what to call it, I'm like I still don't know
He might question her 'bout niggas but he still won't know
She gon' play him to the left (how?), like
a good girl, she want a gentleman
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin' game
I was scrimmagin'
My penmanship is so hard it needs
what to do, oh, yeah
Baby I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimming
He don't love you like I do, he don't keep it
I don't trust her lil' brother, he is straight raw
Type of young nigga, kick a nigga door (she be on it)
You know I hop up out that Wraith, take
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