Finesse a opp so call him a lick
Sneakin' and geekin I cant take a pic
Have em upset cus I wont let him hit
Just like a dog cus I'm tellin him sit
Tough in yo bark
But you never gon bite
Calvin is callin I'm hittin decline
Oh we ina trap
Baby this ain't a playground
Go-Gettas stay up
You came to lay down
Hilary duff
Cus I make em say hey now
Might show my ass no f*ckin or twerkin
Not down to ride and I know that for certain
Red dot on his nose put his as in a circus
Cuttin the scene and I'm closing the curtains
(Ayeee)
And Yes I'm still f*cking that nigga
And if i say so he gon' finger the trigger
And if i ask he gon gimmie that timber
In a two door no room for a opp bitch
Stop it we all know I'm topic
Weed so loud got me higher than a rocket
If a opp play
I keep sum in my pockets
Boy you aint boomin'
You smokin yo re up
How you gon catch up
You cant even keep up
Niggas is bitches
Im calling you teacup
Ion shoot
I got niggas to call
Murder scene
And that shit isn't solved
Just Like a movie bitch I'm bout action
Never been scared and I never been lackin'
Don't make me beat yo ass up in this dress
Knowin' its cap when I'm readin' his text
Ooh baby
Take ya shirt off
Boy quit talkin'
Jam ya work off
Off 15 havin a perc off
Hit from the back I ain't takin my skirt off
I'm in this bitch
But im not here to party
Ya mood is Off setting
I Kick it Cardi
Ride the short bus cus my niggas retarded
Addicted to money sex and the marley
Drivin' him crazy like we ride in a Harley
Fingers itchin cus my money is dirty
On his nerves so he callin me erky
I know that he cheatin'
He think that it hurt me (It don't)
All men are dogs and they wanna get dirty
Commit a sin and i ask GOD for mercy
Think that I'm crippin'
I'm true to my blues
I rob a bitch and I dont leave a clue
Gettin this money that shit is my mood
Throwin' it back and he catch it no Heinemann
She want that static I call her a lineman
Givin me head like he a came for a lining
You ain't stackin' my nigga you signing
I got him switchin' roles like an actor
He havin visions like his name is baxter
My niggas haulin you like a tractor
Bitch you lazy and its not attractive
Im switching lanes and im movin faster
Ain't no us
U not my circle
Did i do that
Got me talkin like im urkel
My money blue but perkys are purple
Money fast but u like a turtle
Bitches see me and doin them hurdles
I dont do talkin not into them verbal
(At all, Bitch!)
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Finesse a opp so call him a lick
Sneakin' and geekin I cant take a pic
Have em upset cus I wont let him hit
Just like a dog cus I'm tellin him sit
Tough in yo bark
But you never gon bite
Calvin is callin I'm hittin decline
Oh we ina trap
Baby this ain't a playground
Go-Gettas stay up
You came to lay down
Hilary duff
Cus I make em say hey now
Might show my ass no f*ckin or twerkin
Not down to ride and I know that for certain
Red dot on his nose put his as in a circus
Cuttin the scene and I'm closing the curtains
(Ayeee)
And Yes I'm still f*cking that nigga
And if i say so he gon' finger the trigger
And if i ask he gon gimmie that timber
In a two door no room for a opp bitch
Stop it we all know I'm topic
Weed so loud got me higher than a rocket
If a opp play
I keep sum in my pockets
Boy you aint boomin'
You smokin yo re up
How you gon catch up
You cant even keep up
Niggas is bitches
Im calling you teacup
Ion shoot
I got niggas to call
Murder scene
And that shit isn't solved
Just Like a movie bitch I'm bout action
Never been scared and I never been lackin'
Don't make me beat yo ass up in this dress
Knowin' its cap when I'm readin' his text
Ooh baby
Take ya shirt off
Boy quit talkin'
Jam ya work off
Off 15 havin a perc off
Hit from the back I ain't takin my skirt off
I'm in this bitch
But im not here to party
Ya mood is Off setting
I Kick it Cardi
Ride the short bus cus my niggas retarded
Addicted to money sex and the marley
Drivin' him crazy like we ride in a Harley
Fingers itchin cus my money is dirty
On his nerves so he callin me erky
I know that he cheatin'
He think that it hurt me (It don't)
All men are dogs and they wanna get dirty
Commit a sin and i ask GOD for mercy
Think that I'm crippin'
I'm true to my blues
I rob a bitch and I dont leave a clue
Gettin this money that shit is my mood
Throwin' it back and he catch it no Heinemann
She want that static I call her a lineman
Givin me head like he a came for a lining
You ain't stackin' my nigga you signing
I got him switchin' roles like an actor
He havin visions like his name is baxter
My niggas haulin you like a tractor
Bitch you lazy and its not attractive
Im switching lanes and im movin faster
Ain't no us
U not my circle
Did i do that
Got me talkin like im urkel
My money blue but perkys are purple
Money fast but u like a turtle
Bitches see me and doin them hurdles
I dont do talkin not into them verbal
(At all, Bitch!)
Sneakin' and geekin I cant take a pic
Have em upset cus I wont let him hit
Just like a dog cus I'm tellin him sit
Tough in yo bark
But you never gon bite
Calvin is callin I'm hittin decline
Oh we ina trap
Baby this ain't a playground
Go-Gettas stay up
You came to lay down
Hilary duff
Cus I make em say hey now
Might show my ass no f*ckin or twerkin
Not down to ride and I know that for certain
Red dot on his nose put his as in a circus
Cuttin the scene and I'm closing the curtains
(Ayeee)
And Yes I'm still f*cking that nigga
And if i say so he gon' finger the trigger
And if i ask he gon gimmie that timber
In a two door no room for a opp bitch
Stop it we all know I'm topic
Weed so loud got me higher than a rocket
If a opp play
I keep sum in my pockets
Boy you aint boomin'
You smokin yo re up
How you gon catch up
You cant even keep up
Niggas is bitches
Im calling you teacup
Ion shoot
I got niggas to call
Murder scene
And that shit isn't solved
Just Like a movie bitch I'm bout action
Never been scared and I never been lackin'
Don't make me beat yo ass up in this dress
Knowin' its cap when I'm readin' his text
Ooh baby
Take ya shirt off
Boy quit talkin'
Jam ya work off
Off 15 havin a perc off
Hit from the back I ain't takin my skirt off
I'm in this bitch
But im not here to party
Ya mood is Off setting
I Kick it Cardi
Ride the short bus cus my niggas retarded
Addicted to money sex and the marley
Drivin' him crazy like we ride in a Harley
Fingers itchin cus my money is dirty
On his nerves so he callin me erky
I know that he cheatin'
He think that it hurt me (It don't)
All men are dogs and they wanna get dirty
Commit a sin and i ask GOD for mercy
Think that I'm crippin'
I'm true to my blues
I rob a bitch and I dont leave a clue
Gettin this money that shit is my mood
Throwin' it back and he catch it no Heinemann
She want that static I call her a lineman
Givin me head like he a came for a lining
You ain't stackin' my nigga you signing
I got him switchin' roles like an actor
He havin visions like his name is baxter
My niggas haulin you like a tractor
Bitch you lazy and its not attractive
Im switching lanes and im movin faster
Ain't no us
U not my circle
Did i do that
Got me talkin like im urkel
My money blue but perkys are purple
Money fast but u like a turtle
Bitches see me and doin them hurdles
I dont do talkin not into them verbal
(At all, Bitch!)
Writer: Blesd Johnson
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