Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
Dozing off in a booth bitch I'm full of them meds
Free my lil dawg he still in the feds
Bitch shot her shot and I left her on read
Got a stick in my blick hanging out like a leg
My girl trying to fuss I ain't trying to hear none
If I open my mouth See the perk on my tongue
And I know she gone trip cause I said I was done
But baby I'm sorry I'm just having fun
I get money from Trappin and rapping shout out to 40 I used to be scamming
He was popping his shit we pull up with them sticks and that lil nigga started to panic
They want f*ck with a nigga they know that I'm different lil baby I'm far from average I wear sugarhill but ain't shit sweet the whole city no we get active
Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
I been stepping on shit niggaz tip toe
If I up with the stick nigga get low
Before rap I was trapping and kicking doors off the block with the rock like a pick and roll
Dick her down now she walk like she pigeon toed
He got caught with it raw and that nigga told
Hit the plug up and tell him to send a load
I just rolled up a opp I don't even smoke
I just told A lil thottie to hit the road
She won't Molly cocaine and a lot more
They say bandoe whip dope with his eyes closed
Hide the dope jump the fence there go five O
When I pop my Lil shit they gone say im too cocky
F*ck being humble that shit not a option
I'm feeling woozy it must be the wocky
Something got me itching it must be the Roxies
Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
Chill Bandoe - I might Lyrics
Chill Bandoe - I might Lyrics
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Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
Dozing off in a booth bitch I'm full of them meds
Free my lil dawg he still in the feds
Bitch shot her shot and I left her on read
Got a stick in my blick hanging out like a leg
My girl trying to fuss I ain't trying to hear none
If I open my mouth See the perk on my tongue
And I know she gone trip cause I said I was done
But baby I'm sorry I'm just having fun
I get money from Trappin and rapping shout out to 40 I used to be scamming
He was popping his shit we pull up with them sticks and that lil nigga started to panic
They want f*ck with a nigga they know that I'm different lil baby I'm far from average I wear sugarhill but ain't shit sweet the whole city no we get active
Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
I been stepping on shit niggaz tip toe
If I up with the stick nigga get low
Before rap I was trapping and kicking doors off the block with the rock like a pick and roll
Dick her down now she walk like she pigeon toed
He got caught with it raw and that nigga told
Hit the plug up and tell him to send a load
I just rolled up a opp I don't even smoke
I just told A lil thottie to hit the road
She won't Molly cocaine and a lot more
They say bandoe whip dope with his eyes closed
Hide the dope jump the fence there go five O
When I pop my Lil shit they gone say im too cocky
F*ck being humble that shit not a option
I'm feeling woozy it must be the wocky
Something got me itching it must be the Roxies
Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
Dozing off in a booth bitch I'm full of them meds
Free my lil dawg he still in the feds
Bitch shot her shot and I left her on read
Got a stick in my blick hanging out like a leg
My girl trying to fuss I ain't trying to hear none
If I open my mouth See the perk on my tongue
And I know she gone trip cause I said I was done
But baby I'm sorry I'm just having fun
I get money from Trappin and rapping shout out to 40 I used to be scamming
He was popping his shit we pull up with them sticks and that lil nigga started to panic
They want f*ck with a nigga they know that I'm different lil baby I'm far from average I wear sugarhill but ain't shit sweet the whole city no we get active
Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
I been stepping on shit niggaz tip toe
If I up with the stick nigga get low
Before rap I was trapping and kicking doors off the block with the rock like a pick and roll
Dick her down now she walk like she pigeon toed
He got caught with it raw and that nigga told
Hit the plug up and tell him to send a load
I just rolled up a opp I don't even smoke
I just told A lil thottie to hit the road
She won't Molly cocaine and a lot more
They say bandoe whip dope with his eyes closed
Hide the dope jump the fence there go five O
When I pop my Lil shit they gone say im too cocky
F*ck being humble that shit not a option
I'm feeling woozy it must be the wocky
Something got me itching it must be the Roxies
Put my wrist in the bowl I might f*ck up my watch
Come and sign with the gang I might front you a block
I just brought a new Ruger my bitch got a Glock
I'm feeling real woozy it's cause of the wock
I ain't writing no lyrics it's of the top
Writer: dennis king
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