Lyrics:
got on a Blue face
Monday
Turn up on a weekday
Ain’t nobody gon’ fuck my bitch
Ain’t nobody gon’ tell me shit
Tell these hoes they can suck my dick
I
I just hit your main bitch on my iPhone
I got ten hoes by my side, never feel alone
I just took ten shots of the Jameson
Yeah, they jealous 'cause
Hundreds and fifties and twenties I'm Wit' it
By any damn means ima get it
Trapping or rapping or legally living
I'm still finna get to them digits
or two[01:44.29]Still having thoughts of you[01:45.56]Sitting in the Vestaview[01:46.83]Old dirty Jordans[01:47.95]Yeah I still got a pair or two[01:50
the comfort inn
You got a man at home, shit I'll be your friend
I don't need a bitch all attached to me
Cause I use these hoes then lose these hoes
I need light skins
I need dark skins
I need bitches thicker than a snicker
I need ugly hoes need fat hoes
just bring the pretty bitches with
her
I'm not 50 Cent but I got Olivia
Cause it keep repeating (drip)
I got a plug name Jesus
I got a flag like a demon
Hey she hate that I'm solo
Hit
more than you, babe (uh-huh)
Fuck you any day, make you scream my name (uh-huh)
I got déjà vu, do the same thing (uh-huh)
Man, I want some change,
the mag
Rap niggas hate me, R&B niggas mad, uh
I'm in that 50 Cent, G-Unit bag (ha)
Goons put the work in free if I ask
Make a G call, had three niggas
don't invite in,
But since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate,
tripping
I got more hoes than feelings
I think I'm chosen nigga
Niggas be hating and I can not roll up with em
Duckin' the hoes and venom
You want the smoke
Hallowe'en
I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em
now tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victim
chorus [butterfly]
what is really
All my bitches up to date these hoes is obsolete
They was comin by da twos now they coming by da three
I got some of da baddest bitches pulling up in
yeah, we got the pints in this bitch
Yeah, if I ain't hit, bro, hit your bitch, yeah
Got that lil' bitch off a fifty
Now she in here, showing titties, huh
you)
You the reason why these hoes choose
You the reason why a nigga sprayed
Candy on my old school
(And I love you)
You the reason why I quarterback
on the line for you If I got to
I'd be robbing but got a gift so I don't got to
By any means imma get rich or die trying like I'm fifty
And you half
with made niggas cause that's all I know
And I'ma beats my hoe if she ain't got my doe
You hoes best to run for cover cause we bouts to blow
"loaded with
fuckin with them stank hoes for?
[JT Money]
Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham
A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home
Yo,
Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I'm all
By myself I'm all by myself
Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I
distracting
Blow me a kiss like a flute
Blowing at you I'ma shoot
I got the stick by my side
Ak-47 made a chigga died
I got the answers call me tech Nine
Lil
I don't be playing
Heauxs be waiting for me just to save them
I got different flavors
I do not like asking for favors
I'm bossing by nature
I am not
got no guts
Niggas ain't fired on shit I hit a nigga spine oh shit
In Glock, I trust
Got a couple fine hoes with me
Gotta keep that nine no kizzy, I
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I'm into sports, I think I really need a team
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never
on around me here I go
That fiya I got that fiya
Burning the house to the concrete gas in the front seat
Here coming to 5-0 there I go
Burning up like I
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