(Lavaa Man Baby)
(Lavaa Man Baby)
F*ck a beat, I was tryna get a bag
Selling bags, out my bag, all man
All yeah, fire bricks on deck
Da dope man make da bitches panties wet, ugh
And ain't none of them niggas f*cking wit me
Bitch I'm nasty like ketchup in tea, yeah
I f*ck you good, good sex on repeat, ugh
I sweat that out, yeah ya hair was on fleek, yeah
I get the money, I be running up G's, yeah
Dirty jeans, but they look so clean
Pray to God I don't get pulled by the law
Cause they gonna find all this raw, yeah
Big bag going straight to the lawyers
Then I get it right back from a order, ugh
Yeah the pack in, would look at that, ugh
Yeah she love me more when I blow a bag, yeah
She love me more when I blow a bag
She call me daddy, but I ain't her dad
Yeah I piss her off, yeah I make her mad
If I cut her off that'll make her sad, yeah
She love me more when I blow a bag
She love me more when I blow a bag
She call me daddy, but I ain't her dad
She love me more when I blow a bag, yeah
She love me more when I blow a
She love me more when I blow a bag
She call me daddy, but I ain't her, yeah
She call me daddy, but I ain't her dad
Cut her off
Cut her off that'll make her sad