Lyrics:
percent, I'll make it perfect
You got a body to die for, let me merk it
Now it's murder on the dance floor
I wanna take this further than the dancefloor
brr, brr)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Patek, just for the day
Say she got the gold, roll the Ace of Spades
She catch a cold when she rock chains
But
thing connect-with my thing my gee see I gats confess
She talk say she no get boyfriend she only came with her best of friends
(She off her pant say she
the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was
got a boyfriend
Play me that song again
I hear she's got a boyfriend
Play me that song, play me that song again
Play me that song, play me that song
quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together
Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type
I wish I
I drop a beat and put a fly hook on it
All by myself and I don't need no help
So I'll be damned if I'ma sit on a shelf
You got to give me what you
beef, it's pedigree, my dawgs gon' chew it (yeah, chew)
Takin' blues right after blues is how she blew it (blew it)
Ate the whole bag 'fore it got
the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin'
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin'
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin' but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggas
the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin'
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin'
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin' but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggas
used to care about money now a days
I don't so if I like her enough I'll buy her everythang she want.
I got that 3-5-7 so don't try your luck.
on sheets of satin
That's what time it is, you know what's happenin'
She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty
I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's
believe that bitch pokin'
Know you niggas hoping I was laccin but I'm big focused
Niggas getting toasted in this bitch
Cause they big loafing
She steady
my girlfriend eh
Miss independent gyal can I be your boyfriend
I got this special kinda of loving for you eh
Cuz the way you treat me better you're
name, just move the big L to the rear and there, she's a valid Scrabble word now. Wrote her a couple checks, rack a month, business expense. Had
some people that can scratch that
My nigga don't got covid but he asking where the mask at
Big body bitch throwing pussy I'ma catch that
Bright red coupe
Prada baby, she a flocker
Don't let any nigga hit, so they call her a bopper
Can't no bitch top her
She got a squabble like a nigga, yeah, she get it
percent, I'll make it perfect
You got a body to die for, let me merk it
Now it's murder on the dance floor
I wanna take this further than the dancefloor
Her boyfriend tried rappin' like me
Hit it raw I'm sushi boy, she Japanese
Go against us, that's another casualty
I be thumbin' through the money
dont mean she ain't ratting (Uh no cap)
I wont stop 'till I see rackies, 'least 20 for a light back end (Yeah)
What you got is a small fraction of what I
Better watch yourself boy
We can't fuck with the opps
Better watch yourself boy
Ya
We ain't got toys
We got lots of glocks
Big guns
Big toys, ya
make em say
Yup yup we make em say yup we got em like
Let's get it you got a boyfriend?
No, we don't care now where that money at?
It's over here we ball
You've been cutting your girl some slack
While she out here throwing it back
I asked her where's her boyfriend
She says he been moving wack
Just been
of the carpet that
I have a side bar, she don’t know how to act
You better get her
She got go women like it was born in ‘er
The big old booty keep me warm in
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