Lyrics:
Wonder why
Cause I ain't on it
Stupid
I keep a zip in my ziplock zipping bodies when shit pop
Off gucci zippers you know I'm dripping this shit's hot
putter on the road
Hoopers in Chicago like my name is derrick rose
Number one up in the trap bitch I'm sponsored by the stove
I been fuckin wit a freak
the street, lane to lane I don't need a shofar
See an opp cruising by... so I guess Ima run him over
Lean got me feeling right
Got me a bit livid
Double cup
I got spikes and zippers on my jacket
If gang run down on your bitch she gon' jack it
Broke ass acting like you get it boy you Cappin
When you was
I think I was invited by my roommate's hipster sister
Somebody's birthday that I didn't care about
You caught me slipping up, zipping up my zipper
I
She saw the zippers and said, "Those are some sick pants"
Ooh, I cop Balmain by the flurry
I got all this money nowadays so I can't worry
Breathe in,
Sheesh, Big Godumbk
Ummm, Givenchy with the zipper on the side
Buscemi stepping with the lock on the outside
Until I meet my quota ain't goin back
my dick so much
Imma put it through the zipper hole you might as well hold it
Hold up one second I think you need therapy
Maybe a reverend try
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
bendin' the corner
Washing her feet by the ocean, so give me a moment (Come On)
[Pre-Hook: Paradox aka J.Crews]
Legs shaking, and she trembling with
like top three
I am not two 'cause nobody could top me
Get the pussy wet like Jodeci, you know it's me
I can't seem to put my finger on it like
from Jodeci
Big face crown on my wrist (Rolex)
Finish face designer necklace (Corey)
Big chubby nigga but I'm dope (Saucy)
You can't see me with
on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster, that's when I dug deeper
Now every time I see her, I gots to freak her 'cause
When I
on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster, that's when I dug deeper
Now every time I see her, I gots to freak her 'cause
When I
Groupies hit my phone, they just tryna lick the lollipop
I'm too cold, but I'm the type to make your body hot
Feel like Keith Sweat, feel like Jodeci
I
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a bitch that be on Insta'
.40 Cal right by my zipper
Knock a nigga out his slippers (boop, boop)
Niggas tryna jack
to do right about now
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls,
Mary J. Blige and J-C from Jodeci
And we
other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin' to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage
screamin'
She play with that pussy
FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on 'cause she fiendin'
That pussy get killed for no reason
You pussies can die for no
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