If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
And my money stacking so tall that shit reaching the ceiling
If you feeling some type of way, then you broke get out your feelings
I can't do that talking shit, bitch, grab the gloves and ball your fist
I'm so sorry if that's your shawty, but your girl gave me a kiss
My shit cost two times more than your rent and my bars Ludacrisp
Bitch, you know I'm making cheese and talking provolone to Swiss
And your bitch is on her knees, do you wanna pic of this
I got my dick all in her mouth and she might just swallow my kids
Man, this rapping shit too easy, shout out to the homie Gunna
I pull up on your block, Glah, Glah, Glah, now you six feet under
While my stock is going up, you crashing down just like blue thunder
I'll leave your face disorientated like that little boy from Wonder
I'm f*cking your bitch on the tip of my toes, he didn't do shit and he not even close
I nut on her face and it went in her nose, she told me my dick big like a water hose
These bitches they love when I'm high and I'm faded, my feelings like Drake, I'm feeling so Jaded
I'm ranking my bitches, they getting all graded, all of the ugly ones, they getting traded
I'm sending them out and they getting upgraded, if you feeling a way, then I'm talking about you
She swallowed my cum and I told her the chew, when I'm counting my money up I only count blues
If you testing my gangster I'm calling my Jew "ShmuelTMD', that Glock 44, go pew, pew, pew
He was running so quick he ran out of his shoes, I'm taking a pic of your bitch getting slew
But wait I just need to catch my breath, if he talking that shit, then he need to get checked
And that homie was stuttering don't got Tourette's, he said I was trying but I ain't breaking sweat
Bitch, I'm a shooter I'm tall I'm a stretch, if you catch me outside I'm an offensive threat
If you catch me inside, I'm a defensive menace
If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
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If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
And my money stacking so tall that shit reaching the ceiling
If you feeling some type of way, then you broke get out your feelings
I can't do that talking shit, bitch, grab the gloves and ball your fist
I'm so sorry if that's your shawty, but your girl gave me a kiss
My shit cost two times more than your rent and my bars Ludacrisp
Bitch, you know I'm making cheese and talking provolone to Swiss
And your bitch is on her knees, do you wanna pic of this
I got my dick all in her mouth and she might just swallow my kids
Man, this rapping shit too easy, shout out to the homie Gunna
I pull up on your block, Glah, Glah, Glah, now you six feet under
While my stock is going up, you crashing down just like blue thunder
I'll leave your face disorientated like that little boy from Wonder
I'm f*cking your bitch on the tip of my toes, he didn't do shit and he not even close
I nut on her face and it went in her nose, she told me my dick big like a water hose
These bitches they love when I'm high and I'm faded, my feelings like Drake, I'm feeling so Jaded
I'm ranking my bitches, they getting all graded, all of the ugly ones, they getting traded
I'm sending them out and they getting upgraded, if you feeling a way, then I'm talking about you
She swallowed my cum and I told her the chew, when I'm counting my money up I only count blues
If you testing my gangster I'm calling my Jew "ShmuelTMD', that Glock 44, go pew, pew, pew
He was running so quick he ran out of his shoes, I'm taking a pic of your bitch getting slew
But wait I just need to catch my breath, if he talking that shit, then he need to get checked
And that homie was stuttering don't got Tourette's, he said I was trying but I ain't breaking sweat
Bitch, I'm a shooter I'm tall I'm a stretch, if you catch me outside I'm an offensive threat
If you catch me inside, I'm a defensive menace
If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
And my money stacking so tall that shit reaching the ceiling
If you feeling some type of way, then you broke get out your feelings
I can't do that talking shit, bitch, grab the gloves and ball your fist
I'm so sorry if that's your shawty, but your girl gave me a kiss
My shit cost two times more than your rent and my bars Ludacrisp
Bitch, you know I'm making cheese and talking provolone to Swiss
And your bitch is on her knees, do you wanna pic of this
I got my dick all in her mouth and she might just swallow my kids
Man, this rapping shit too easy, shout out to the homie Gunna
I pull up on your block, Glah, Glah, Glah, now you six feet under
While my stock is going up, you crashing down just like blue thunder
I'll leave your face disorientated like that little boy from Wonder
I'm f*cking your bitch on the tip of my toes, he didn't do shit and he not even close
I nut on her face and it went in her nose, she told me my dick big like a water hose
These bitches they love when I'm high and I'm faded, my feelings like Drake, I'm feeling so Jaded
I'm ranking my bitches, they getting all graded, all of the ugly ones, they getting traded
I'm sending them out and they getting upgraded, if you feeling a way, then I'm talking about you
She swallowed my cum and I told her the chew, when I'm counting my money up I only count blues
If you testing my gangster I'm calling my Jew "ShmuelTMD', that Glock 44, go pew, pew, pew
He was running so quick he ran out of his shoes, I'm taking a pic of your bitch getting slew
But wait I just need to catch my breath, if he talking that shit, then he need to get checked
And that homie was stuttering don't got Tourette's, he said I was trying but I ain't breaking sweat
Bitch, I'm a shooter I'm tall I'm a stretch, if you catch me outside I'm an offensive threat
If you catch me inside, I'm a defensive menace
If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
If I really wanted love, I'd have to make a sacrifice
I ain't just talking about your side bitch, yeah, I'm talking about your wife
She was blowing up my phone, so I came, brought her the pipe
I ain't snitching, I just had to let you know, don't kiss your wife
Writer: Jesse Capizzuto
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid