450 degrees lil Nigga I'm hot I'm doing the shit that you not
Hop in the caddy just send me the addy I'm only a minute away from yo spot
And when I pull up Ian doing No I talking my stick fully loaded I'm ready to pop
You soft like a sock and I'm hard as a rock im finna take every luh thing that you got
Gimmie them shoes I need them perks and I need that gas too
Tryna meet up w me in the cut now that was a bad move
You Niggas crazy y'all are sum nuts you niggas cashews
I'm finna show all you mf Donny Bravo is a bad dude
Catch a lil nigga lacking w a fat sack get the shoes and the belt and the back pack
Pull the phone out put it on Snapchat
F*ck a wallet Ima take a Nigga cash app
Take me to yo crib where the stash at
Broke bitch in the trap you a nat nat
If you take a pussy Nigga and you knock em ima call it a cat nap
If you f*ck w my trust and you play w my money the rest of yo
Life is a wrap jack we could be Patnas or we could be blood idm
Cuz I can not have that and if that's how you roccin
Then you need to stop fwm and you need to back back
Cuz I can not fw no nigga that fw my money cuz I need my bag fat
Young bull got six strips I had to earn my adidas
Gave a bitch that big pipe then I took off ion needer
I remember the nip nights cold in the house w no heater
Hopped in the booth and took off thru the roof now
I blow heat out the speakers they know I'm cold asap
Nigga run up on me playin you know that I'm foldin his shit
I'm bold w the licks after I take what you got then I'm on the road w ya bitch
She strokin the dick
Told the lil bitch to slow down before she get to chokin and shit poking the bitch
These niggas be thinking I'm playing y'all must think I'm joking and shit
Lil bitch I said I'm hot might f*ck around and go burn sum
I used to get bitches to do all my homework but you already know a nigga still learned sum
This shit ain't a given you gotta go hard these think I hit a "earn button"
I feel like that motherf*ckin show ATL I feel like I turned into Earn cousin
Lil bitch I been hard you a phone w no SIM card I'm a beast like a menatar
He said he want smoke I told em no problem lil nigga I'm already in the car
Yea bitch I'm otw
Hurry up nigga andelé
Ian got no time to play
He said he got sticks but he pulled out a can of fabreeze
When I told em it's time to spray bitch I'm a son of a gun
My daddy was dumping the drum
Hardest one under the sun my momma don't f*ck with the guns but Ik she proud of her son
Pussy nigga I'm the one
Ain't no stopping til I'm done
If I pop it you gone run and ain't nobody finna come
Watch this hit a nigga drop kick hot shit grease bubble on my pop shit
Rock shit heavy metal no mosh pit all them dreads on his head
Ima mop with
Smart nigga I ain't never been a convict
Blowing up in the booth like a bomb hit this
Niggas do not want no pressure these
Niggas is pussy they don't want no conflict
Donny Bravo! - Lick Lyrics
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450 degrees lil Nigga I'm hot I'm doing the shit that you not
Hop in the caddy just send me the addy I'm only a minute away from yo spot
And when I pull up Ian doing No I talking my stick fully loaded I'm ready to pop
You soft like a sock and I'm hard as a rock im finna take every luh thing that you got
Gimmie them shoes I need them perks and I need that gas too
Tryna meet up w me in the cut now that was a bad move
You Niggas crazy y'all are sum nuts you niggas cashews
I'm finna show all you mf Donny Bravo is a bad dude
Catch a lil nigga lacking w a fat sack get the shoes and the belt and the back pack
Pull the phone out put it on Snapchat
F*ck a wallet Ima take a Nigga cash app
Take me to yo crib where the stash at
Broke bitch in the trap you a nat nat
If you take a pussy Nigga and you knock em ima call it a cat nap
If you f*ck w my trust and you play w my money the rest of yo
Life is a wrap jack we could be Patnas or we could be blood idm
Cuz I can not have that and if that's how you roccin
Then you need to stop fwm and you need to back back
Cuz I can not fw no nigga that fw my money cuz I need my bag fat
Young bull got six strips I had to earn my adidas
Gave a bitch that big pipe then I took off ion needer
I remember the nip nights cold in the house w no heater
Hopped in the booth and took off thru the roof now
I blow heat out the speakers they know I'm cold asap
Nigga run up on me playin you know that I'm foldin his shit
I'm bold w the licks after I take what you got then I'm on the road w ya bitch
She strokin the dick
Told the lil bitch to slow down before she get to chokin and shit poking the bitch
These niggas be thinking I'm playing y'all must think I'm joking and shit
Lil bitch I said I'm hot might f*ck around and go burn sum
I used to get bitches to do all my homework but you already know a nigga still learned sum
This shit ain't a given you gotta go hard these think I hit a "earn button"
I feel like that motherf*ckin show ATL I feel like I turned into Earn cousin
Lil bitch I been hard you a phone w no SIM card I'm a beast like a menatar
He said he want smoke I told em no problem lil nigga I'm already in the car
Yea bitch I'm otw
Hurry up nigga andelé
Ian got no time to play
He said he got sticks but he pulled out a can of fabreeze
When I told em it's time to spray bitch I'm a son of a gun
My daddy was dumping the drum
Hardest one under the sun my momma don't f*ck with the guns but Ik she proud of her son
Pussy nigga I'm the one
Ain't no stopping til I'm done
If I pop it you gone run and ain't nobody finna come
Watch this hit a nigga drop kick hot shit grease bubble on my pop shit
Rock shit heavy metal no mosh pit all them dreads on his head
Ima mop with
Smart nigga I ain't never been a convict
Blowing up in the booth like a bomb hit this
Niggas do not want no pressure these
Niggas is pussy they don't want no conflict
Hop in the caddy just send me the addy I'm only a minute away from yo spot
And when I pull up Ian doing No I talking my stick fully loaded I'm ready to pop
You soft like a sock and I'm hard as a rock im finna take every luh thing that you got
Gimmie them shoes I need them perks and I need that gas too
Tryna meet up w me in the cut now that was a bad move
You Niggas crazy y'all are sum nuts you niggas cashews
I'm finna show all you mf Donny Bravo is a bad dude
Catch a lil nigga lacking w a fat sack get the shoes and the belt and the back pack
Pull the phone out put it on Snapchat
F*ck a wallet Ima take a Nigga cash app
Take me to yo crib where the stash at
Broke bitch in the trap you a nat nat
If you take a pussy Nigga and you knock em ima call it a cat nap
If you f*ck w my trust and you play w my money the rest of yo
Life is a wrap jack we could be Patnas or we could be blood idm
Cuz I can not have that and if that's how you roccin
Then you need to stop fwm and you need to back back
Cuz I can not fw no nigga that fw my money cuz I need my bag fat
Young bull got six strips I had to earn my adidas
Gave a bitch that big pipe then I took off ion needer
I remember the nip nights cold in the house w no heater
Hopped in the booth and took off thru the roof now
I blow heat out the speakers they know I'm cold asap
Nigga run up on me playin you know that I'm foldin his shit
I'm bold w the licks after I take what you got then I'm on the road w ya bitch
She strokin the dick
Told the lil bitch to slow down before she get to chokin and shit poking the bitch
These niggas be thinking I'm playing y'all must think I'm joking and shit
Lil bitch I said I'm hot might f*ck around and go burn sum
I used to get bitches to do all my homework but you already know a nigga still learned sum
This shit ain't a given you gotta go hard these think I hit a "earn button"
I feel like that motherf*ckin show ATL I feel like I turned into Earn cousin
Lil bitch I been hard you a phone w no SIM card I'm a beast like a menatar
He said he want smoke I told em no problem lil nigga I'm already in the car
Yea bitch I'm otw
Hurry up nigga andelé
Ian got no time to play
He said he got sticks but he pulled out a can of fabreeze
When I told em it's time to spray bitch I'm a son of a gun
My daddy was dumping the drum
Hardest one under the sun my momma don't f*ck with the guns but Ik she proud of her son
Pussy nigga I'm the one
Ain't no stopping til I'm done
If I pop it you gone run and ain't nobody finna come
Watch this hit a nigga drop kick hot shit grease bubble on my pop shit
Rock shit heavy metal no mosh pit all them dreads on his head
Ima mop with
Smart nigga I ain't never been a convict
Blowing up in the booth like a bomb hit this
Niggas do not want no pressure these
Niggas is pussy they don't want no conflict
Writer: Donovan Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid