Lyrics:
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
she go
Let me tell you something ho
I'm tipping I ain't tripping ho
I ain't wishy washy ho
I re up by the trailer load
Where you was at when I was
She know she got my back (Got my back)
Ain't no stabbing it (Ain't no stab)
Ain't no stabbing it (Cannot stab)
And I got a new bad bitch, She know she
bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that
bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that
dollar tip for my barber
You could tell I'm a rich nigga by my collar
I ain't fuck your bitch, nigga, but she swallow (ugh)
Ooh, clip longer than
hurt but if this world was perfect
Then we could make it work but I doubt it
She said, "Nigga, you got some nerve to come up to me talking about
ain't got no Ronni
I take care my baby momma
Her family still done shot me
I'm still standing three on 1
Hoe you made me blast em
She snorting coke I'm
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
Her time aint free
If you got nothing
Nothing from me
No she ain't bluffing
Her time ain't free
If you got nothing
Nothing from me
No she ain't
friendly she ain't kind
She ain't one ah them that's a sign
She a dime like the number after nine
Baby you know that we can't be complacent
Even though i got
I got I got your back boy
(you got my back right?)
I got I got I got I got your back boy
(you got my back right?)
Hey it's whatever shawty
You ain't
Let’s get it!!
Verse 1:
She got that arch ln her back I wan hit that
Bitch let me break that ass off like a Kit Kat
I ain’t really got no time for
wait to get to school
'Cause when I seen 'em thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her
Got me daydreaming, man what
I'm thinkin' how she
bitch, you ain't knew I'd win?
Throw a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
All my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet
Said I got drive, I don't
sippin' on Act' so bitch I can't focus
I cut 'em off fast
I go get the bag, then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I'm
the dark
Ain't no body by my side
When I got no bag
Ain't no body by my side
To pour me a four
Ain't no body by my side
Ain't no body by my side
Ain't no
carry you for nine months
She got a baby in her stomach, she ain't cry once
You gon' always need your mama never loud front
When she get older, turn
'em?
I'ma cum a week later
I'ma spread that pussy out like an acre
She on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't
'em?
I'ma cum a week later
I'ma spread that pussy out like an acre
She on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't
Got game listening to her mother's pearls
And she love Beyonce cause she run the world
Her mama used to run this city
Way back before the nigga Puff
bout that
Got price tags you ain't bout that
That bitch you love we popped that
That shit talk you ain't bout that
Don't get caught in that traffic
know I live my life into the fullest inch i do
He ain't know I fucked his bitch why he thinks she's thick why
He ain't know I keep them choppas full with
a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin'
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