Five band jugg
Let's get to it, bitch
I get racks so fluent, bitch
Don't call me broke, you a stupid bitch
In love wit the guap like cupid hit
Geeked up moon rock, I'm slippin' stupid lit
Don't give no more excuses, bitch
RR tearin' the road up
I got the blam I'ma blowsome
Riding 'round town doing donuts
Her neck is crazy it go nuts
She fight over a dick yea she tore up
I drank too much liquor, I'm on throw up
I'd much rather dirty up the soda
Yea the soda
With this green beam I'ma light the scene
This ho too fine, she enticing me, whoa
Colors far as my eyes can see, yuh
You ain't even middleman, she come right to me
Go-go, I do not trust no, ho
I been on my solo
I been on my dolo
Shawty on her knees, blow
Oldheads hate like E-bro
I got secrets to keep, woah
I could never be no leech, whoa
You may ride around in a Beetle
You can't f*ck with me, truth be told
Make her mic up on her knees, whoa
Hit two times, that's a sequel, whoa
Hit gang thru the peephole
She like the taste when she deep throat
Now I'm all in her dreams woah, woah
Five band jugg
Let's get to it, bitch
I get racks so fluent, bitch
Don't call me broke, you a stupid bitch
In love wit the guap like cupid hit
Geeked up moon rock, I'm slippin' stupid lit
Don't give no more excuses, bitch
RR tearin' the road up
I got the blam I'ma blowsome
Riding 'round town doing donuts
Her neck is crazy it go nuts
She fight over a dick yea she tore up
I drank too much liquor, I'm on throw up
I'd much rather dirty up the soda
Yea the soda
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Five band jugg
Let's get to it, bitch
I get racks so fluent, bitch
Don't call me broke, you a stupid bitch
In love wit the guap like cupid hit
Geeked up moon rock, I'm slippin' stupid lit
Don't give no more excuses, bitch
RR tearin' the road up
I got the blam I'ma blowsome
Riding 'round town doing donuts
Her neck is crazy it go nuts
She fight over a dick yea she tore up
I drank too much liquor, I'm on throw up
I'd much rather dirty up the soda
Yea the soda
With this green beam I'ma light the scene
This ho too fine, she enticing me, whoa
Colors far as my eyes can see, yuh
You ain't even middleman, she come right to me
Go-go, I do not trust no, ho
I been on my solo
I been on my dolo
Shawty on her knees, blow
Oldheads hate like E-bro
I got secrets to keep, woah
I could never be no leech, whoa
You may ride around in a Beetle
You can't f*ck with me, truth be told
Make her mic up on her knees, whoa
Hit two times, that's a sequel, whoa
Hit gang thru the peephole
She like the taste when she deep throat
Now I'm all in her dreams woah, woah
Five band jugg
Let's get to it, bitch
I get racks so fluent, bitch
Don't call me broke, you a stupid bitch
In love wit the guap like cupid hit
Geeked up moon rock, I'm slippin' stupid lit
Don't give no more excuses, bitch
RR tearin' the road up
I got the blam I'ma blowsome
Riding 'round town doing donuts
Her neck is crazy it go nuts
She fight over a dick yea she tore up
I drank too much liquor, I'm on throw up
I'd much rather dirty up the soda
Yea the soda
Let's get to it, bitch
I get racks so fluent, bitch
Don't call me broke, you a stupid bitch
In love wit the guap like cupid hit
Geeked up moon rock, I'm slippin' stupid lit
Don't give no more excuses, bitch
RR tearin' the road up
I got the blam I'ma blowsome
Riding 'round town doing donuts
Her neck is crazy it go nuts
She fight over a dick yea she tore up
I drank too much liquor, I'm on throw up
I'd much rather dirty up the soda
Yea the soda
With this green beam I'ma light the scene
This ho too fine, she enticing me, whoa
Colors far as my eyes can see, yuh
You ain't even middleman, she come right to me
Go-go, I do not trust no, ho
I been on my solo
I been on my dolo
Shawty on her knees, blow
Oldheads hate like E-bro
I got secrets to keep, woah
I could never be no leech, whoa
You may ride around in a Beetle
You can't f*ck with me, truth be told
Make her mic up on her knees, whoa
Hit two times, that's a sequel, whoa
Hit gang thru the peephole
She like the taste when she deep throat
Now I'm all in her dreams woah, woah
Five band jugg
Let's get to it, bitch
I get racks so fluent, bitch
Don't call me broke, you a stupid bitch
In love wit the guap like cupid hit
Geeked up moon rock, I'm slippin' stupid lit
Don't give no more excuses, bitch
RR tearin' the road up
I got the blam I'ma blowsome
Riding 'round town doing donuts
Her neck is crazy it go nuts
She fight over a dick yea she tore up
I drank too much liquor, I'm on throw up
I'd much rather dirty up the soda
Yea the soda
Writer: Gene Butler II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid