Niggas playin' police on the net, why you ain't spank the nigga
Ridin' through the map, I'll be then bailout, I'll swing and face the nigga
When you see this car, don't try to run, cause I ain't chasin' niggas
Boy, that shit be real, then really stepped on shit in Jays, nigga
Used to show love, but right now I ain't sharin' no plays, nigga
You gon' run up, get fapped down, then put in your place, nigga
Best if you know, if you slow, you in my way, nigga
I know one day I might go, so we gon' hang, niggas
Yeah, we gon' do that shit the nasty way
I swear to God, if nigga try me, he won't last today
I sip lean and smoke weed, I got expensive pain
This bitch listen to screwly g, she got expensive taste
Niggas think that I f*ck with the bloodhounds, cause I be up eight
Know this shit ain't real shit off the head, just like I'm JFK
F*cked on this hoe, I'm in and out shit, I can't play no games
Nigga drew a line, I stepped back, I had to xtend my range
Hoe-ass nigga textin' on my phone, cause he not her bae
This blower gon' sing a pretty song, nigga, Ella mai
Niggas play the bench and keep on talkin, like it's NBA
Fore, I f*ck this hoe, cut on the camera, this yo NDA
Yo-ass to old, chasing for a ring, you like CP3
Bitch hoe-ass can never be my wifey, I'm not Skilla, baby
I've been outside hanging with the fiends, like I'm Skrilla lately
Bread cuts all up on my palms, I might be an angel
GobrazyyT1NO - Ella mai Lyrics
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Niggas playin' police on the net, why you ain't spank the nigga
Ridin' through the map, I'll be then bailout, I'll swing and face the nigga
When you see this car, don't try to run, cause I ain't chasin' niggas
Boy, that shit be real, then really stepped on shit in Jays, nigga
Used to show love, but right now I ain't sharin' no plays, nigga
You gon' run up, get fapped down, then put in your place, nigga
Best if you know, if you slow, you in my way, nigga
I know one day I might go, so we gon' hang, niggas
Yeah, we gon' do that shit the nasty way
I swear to God, if nigga try me, he won't last today
I sip lean and smoke weed, I got expensive pain
This bitch listen to screwly g, she got expensive taste
Niggas think that I f*ck with the bloodhounds, cause I be up eight
Know this shit ain't real shit off the head, just like I'm JFK
F*cked on this hoe, I'm in and out shit, I can't play no games
Nigga drew a line, I stepped back, I had to xtend my range
Hoe-ass nigga textin' on my phone, cause he not her bae
This blower gon' sing a pretty song, nigga, Ella mai
Niggas play the bench and keep on talkin, like it's NBA
Fore, I f*ck this hoe, cut on the camera, this yo NDA
Yo-ass to old, chasing for a ring, you like CP3
Bitch hoe-ass can never be my wifey, I'm not Skilla, baby
I've been outside hanging with the fiends, like I'm Skrilla lately
Bread cuts all up on my palms, I might be an angel
Ridin' through the map, I'll be then bailout, I'll swing and face the nigga
When you see this car, don't try to run, cause I ain't chasin' niggas
Boy, that shit be real, then really stepped on shit in Jays, nigga
Used to show love, but right now I ain't sharin' no plays, nigga
You gon' run up, get fapped down, then put in your place, nigga
Best if you know, if you slow, you in my way, nigga
I know one day I might go, so we gon' hang, niggas
Yeah, we gon' do that shit the nasty way
I swear to God, if nigga try me, he won't last today
I sip lean and smoke weed, I got expensive pain
This bitch listen to screwly g, she got expensive taste
Niggas think that I f*ck with the bloodhounds, cause I be up eight
Know this shit ain't real shit off the head, just like I'm JFK
F*cked on this hoe, I'm in and out shit, I can't play no games
Nigga drew a line, I stepped back, I had to xtend my range
Hoe-ass nigga textin' on my phone, cause he not her bae
This blower gon' sing a pretty song, nigga, Ella mai
Niggas play the bench and keep on talkin, like it's NBA
Fore, I f*ck this hoe, cut on the camera, this yo NDA
Yo-ass to old, chasing for a ring, you like CP3
Bitch hoe-ass can never be my wifey, I'm not Skilla, baby
I've been outside hanging with the fiends, like I'm Skrilla lately
Bread cuts all up on my palms, I might be an angel
Writer: Santino Stafford
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