I just made a brand new song
And made the hoes sing along
All I blow is f*cking strong
I'm with my brothers right or wrong
Make her blow me like a bong
I'm charged up three-prong
I'm charged up three-prong
Oh yeah, let's go
I just made her touch her toes
You can't even find my clothes
I'm at the bank but it's closed
I just left with a loaf
Burner on us now you toast
Cook a nigga like a roast
And my bitch do the most
I spray on some Prada, then spray some Dior
I'm buying her Louis not Michael Kors
Yeah I get buckets bitch look at the score
These niggas go get the shit that I wore
These bitches want me to get them a flight
I'd rather go pour me a four in a Sprite
Put some shooters on your head like lice
Make them niggas have you cooked like rice
I came from the dirt yeah the soil
That's why I sip mud yeah that oil
I can get a nigga folded like foil
And make they plans get spoiled
These niggas hate me because I stack more money
But I can get them wrapped up, just like a mummy
Yeah
I just made a brand new song
And made the hoes sing along
All I blow is f*cking strong
I'm with my brothers right or wrong
Make her blow me like a bong
I'm charged up three-prong
I'm charged up three-prong
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I just made a brand new song
And made the hoes sing along
All I blow is f*cking strong
I'm with my brothers right or wrong
Make her blow me like a bong
I'm charged up three-prong
I'm charged up three-prong
Oh yeah, let's go
I just made her touch her toes
You can't even find my clothes
I'm at the bank but it's closed
I just left with a loaf
Burner on us now you toast
Cook a nigga like a roast
And my bitch do the most
I spray on some Prada, then spray some Dior
I'm buying her Louis not Michael Kors
Yeah I get buckets bitch look at the score
These niggas go get the shit that I wore
These bitches want me to get them a flight
I'd rather go pour me a four in a Sprite
Put some shooters on your head like lice
Make them niggas have you cooked like rice
I came from the dirt yeah the soil
That's why I sip mud yeah that oil
I can get a nigga folded like foil
And make they plans get spoiled
These niggas hate me because I stack more money
But I can get them wrapped up, just like a mummy
Yeah
I just made a brand new song
And made the hoes sing along
All I blow is f*cking strong
I'm with my brothers right or wrong
Make her blow me like a bong
I'm charged up three-prong
I'm charged up three-prong
And made the hoes sing along
All I blow is f*cking strong
I'm with my brothers right or wrong
Make her blow me like a bong
I'm charged up three-prong
I'm charged up three-prong
Oh yeah, let's go
I just made her touch her toes
You can't even find my clothes
I'm at the bank but it's closed
I just left with a loaf
Burner on us now you toast
Cook a nigga like a roast
And my bitch do the most
I spray on some Prada, then spray some Dior
I'm buying her Louis not Michael Kors
Yeah I get buckets bitch look at the score
These niggas go get the shit that I wore
These bitches want me to get them a flight
I'd rather go pour me a four in a Sprite
Put some shooters on your head like lice
Make them niggas have you cooked like rice
I came from the dirt yeah the soil
That's why I sip mud yeah that oil
I can get a nigga folded like foil
And make they plans get spoiled
These niggas hate me because I stack more money
But I can get them wrapped up, just like a mummy
Yeah
I just made a brand new song
And made the hoes sing along
All I blow is f*cking strong
I'm with my brothers right or wrong
Make her blow me like a bong
I'm charged up three-prong
I'm charged up three-prong
Writer: Daniel Adams
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