Hit a lick on a bitch, he like Froyo
She go dummy when she posing for a photo
This a drag scope, turn your back get blast, domed
I go where the bad go, run it back like vamonos
Yeah, I prance on a bitch like ho ho
She got her hands on her knees, yeah, get low
That's a rack ho, I got stacks, dough
I got bags full a cash, yeah they reload
There's trouble, they on my ass (great)
She knows where to hide my bag (safe)
Girl I ain't your dad okay?
But I'll send you off somewhere far away (Outer space, huh, I'm with your bae)
Yeah, delete him I got ctrl alt
Shooters yell out, lets blow!
Shoot him out his damn home
You should of had to let it go
Shit I had to let it go
(Grrrah)
Catch him out in broad day
I tell him good morning, like WeBe 108
This the top floor, bitch I'm soarin'
You act like you don't know me, no your not my homie
He like come and show me, I got the iron on me like Tony
He like why you such a phony, lonely, you ain't got no hope
Oh hey, okay, I'm gon' steal your ho
Holy, holy, turn him to a pope
You won't catch me dead, instead you turn to the holy ghost
You get laced up, 'cause I got the kicks that make you takeoff
I'm the type of shit that you can't scrape off
I'm on fire, like fuego
Anywhere that I roll, gotta keep my fleece close, 'cause this world is so cold
So shoot him if I say so
Hit a lick on a bitch, he like Froyo
She go dummy when she posing for a photo
This a drag scope, turn your back get blast, domed
I go where the bad go, run it back like vamonos
Yeah, I prance on a bitch like ho ho
She got her hands on her knees, yeah, get low
That's a rack ho, I got stacks, dough
I got bags full a cash, yeah they reload
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Hit a lick on a bitch, he like Froyo
She go dummy when she posing for a photo
This a drag scope, turn your back get blast, domed
I go where the bad go, run it back like vamonos
Yeah, I prance on a bitch like ho ho
She got her hands on her knees, yeah, get low
That's a rack ho, I got stacks, dough
I got bags full a cash, yeah they reload
There's trouble, they on my ass (great)
She knows where to hide my bag (safe)
Girl I ain't your dad okay?
But I'll send you off somewhere far away (Outer space, huh, I'm with your bae)
Yeah, delete him I got ctrl alt
Shooters yell out, lets blow!
Shoot him out his damn home
You should of had to let it go
Shit I had to let it go
(Grrrah)
Catch him out in broad day
I tell him good morning, like WeBe 108
This the top floor, bitch I'm soarin'
You act like you don't know me, no your not my homie
He like come and show me, I got the iron on me like Tony
He like why you such a phony, lonely, you ain't got no hope
Oh hey, okay, I'm gon' steal your ho
Holy, holy, turn him to a pope
You won't catch me dead, instead you turn to the holy ghost
You get laced up, 'cause I got the kicks that make you takeoff
I'm the type of shit that you can't scrape off
I'm on fire, like fuego
Anywhere that I roll, gotta keep my fleece close, 'cause this world is so cold
So shoot him if I say so
Hit a lick on a bitch, he like Froyo
She go dummy when she posing for a photo
This a drag scope, turn your back get blast, domed
I go where the bad go, run it back like vamonos
Yeah, I prance on a bitch like ho ho
She got her hands on her knees, yeah, get low
That's a rack ho, I got stacks, dough
I got bags full a cash, yeah they reload
She go dummy when she posing for a photo
This a drag scope, turn your back get blast, domed
I go where the bad go, run it back like vamonos
Yeah, I prance on a bitch like ho ho
She got her hands on her knees, yeah, get low
That's a rack ho, I got stacks, dough
I got bags full a cash, yeah they reload
There's trouble, they on my ass (great)
She knows where to hide my bag (safe)
Girl I ain't your dad okay?
But I'll send you off somewhere far away (Outer space, huh, I'm with your bae)
Yeah, delete him I got ctrl alt
Shooters yell out, lets blow!
Shoot him out his damn home
You should of had to let it go
Shit I had to let it go
(Grrrah)
Catch him out in broad day
I tell him good morning, like WeBe 108
This the top floor, bitch I'm soarin'
You act like you don't know me, no your not my homie
He like come and show me, I got the iron on me like Tony
He like why you such a phony, lonely, you ain't got no hope
Oh hey, okay, I'm gon' steal your ho
Holy, holy, turn him to a pope
You won't catch me dead, instead you turn to the holy ghost
You get laced up, 'cause I got the kicks that make you takeoff
I'm the type of shit that you can't scrape off
I'm on fire, like fuego
Anywhere that I roll, gotta keep my fleece close, 'cause this world is so cold
So shoot him if I say so
Hit a lick on a bitch, he like Froyo
She go dummy when she posing for a photo
This a drag scope, turn your back get blast, domed
I go where the bad go, run it back like vamonos
Yeah, I prance on a bitch like ho ho
She got her hands on her knees, yeah, get low
That's a rack ho, I got stacks, dough
I got bags full a cash, yeah they reload
Writer: Chris Argonese
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid