I got them hoes like I'm santa
Sipping codeine in the fanta
Ball like the saints f*ck the falcons from Atlanta
F*ck with a mixed bitch she black and she white like a panda
I'm popping these jiggas
I'm popping these uppers
Don't f*ck with these niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus
Call me Chris Paul I'm bringin the thunder
Yeah I'm lil shooter but bitch I be thumping
Getting them buckets Them bitches be jumping
I up and you ducking boy I got them running
Hand out concussions
Bitch stop all the fussing
I pull up and shoot with the russian
Lil bitch I be talking about the semi
Pull up and get like Wendy's
Come show me you wit it
Know that I'm with it
I'm poppin these pillies
I roll up the phillie
Trying to run me a milli
Spin on his block until he dizzy
Throw back a perc
Ready to do work
We gonna put him in the dirt
Get they momma a tee shirt
I'm chasing the green like the motherf*cking lotto
Told them stop playing get hit with the holo
Flexed up on they ass like I'm Johnny Bravo
Your Bitch sucking my dick like a baby bottle
You can't scream that gang with me
If you ain't shot that thing wit me
Imma charge him imma fee
Shit I can't let you think that shit free
It's gonna come less than a week
Bitch you broke can't talk to me
Ain't got no ride come walk to me
Now why yo bitch keep stalking me
Can't go out bad about no hoe
I'm quick to let them bitches go
I ain't telling on myself
I'm jus gonna act like I ain't know
And f*ck 12 I hate them folks
I can't stop I always go
Bitch yo boyfriend been a hoe
We used to send him to the store
Ain't got my mind up on no bitch
Can't waste my time up on that shit
I ain't lying I'm on my shit
I'm on my grind they on my dick
And my foot all on the neck
Can't compare me to the rest
Think you hot come place a bet
Bitch I'm up go tell them next
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I got them hoes like I'm santa
Sipping codeine in the fanta
Ball like the saints f*ck the falcons from Atlanta
F*ck with a mixed bitch she black and she white like a panda
I'm popping these jiggas
I'm popping these uppers
Don't f*ck with these niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus
Call me Chris Paul I'm bringin the thunder
Yeah I'm lil shooter but bitch I be thumping
Getting them buckets Them bitches be jumping
I up and you ducking boy I got them running
Hand out concussions
Bitch stop all the fussing
I pull up and shoot with the russian
Lil bitch I be talking about the semi
Pull up and get like Wendy's
Come show me you wit it
Know that I'm with it
I'm poppin these pillies
I roll up the phillie
Trying to run me a milli
Spin on his block until he dizzy
Throw back a perc
Ready to do work
We gonna put him in the dirt
Get they momma a tee shirt
I'm chasing the green like the motherf*cking lotto
Told them stop playing get hit with the holo
Flexed up on they ass like I'm Johnny Bravo
Your Bitch sucking my dick like a baby bottle
You can't scream that gang with me
If you ain't shot that thing wit me
Imma charge him imma fee
Shit I can't let you think that shit free
It's gonna come less than a week
Bitch you broke can't talk to me
Ain't got no ride come walk to me
Now why yo bitch keep stalking me
Can't go out bad about no hoe
I'm quick to let them bitches go
I ain't telling on myself
I'm jus gonna act like I ain't know
And f*ck 12 I hate them folks
I can't stop I always go
Bitch yo boyfriend been a hoe
We used to send him to the store
Ain't got my mind up on no bitch
Can't waste my time up on that shit
I ain't lying I'm on my shit
I'm on my grind they on my dick
And my foot all on the neck
Can't compare me to the rest
Think you hot come place a bet
Bitch I'm up go tell them next
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Sipping codeine in the fanta
Ball like the saints f*ck the falcons from Atlanta
F*ck with a mixed bitch she black and she white like a panda
I'm popping these jiggas
I'm popping these uppers
Don't f*ck with these niggas like I'm Uncle Ruckus
Call me Chris Paul I'm bringin the thunder
Yeah I'm lil shooter but bitch I be thumping
Getting them buckets Them bitches be jumping
I up and you ducking boy I got them running
Hand out concussions
Bitch stop all the fussing
I pull up and shoot with the russian
Lil bitch I be talking about the semi
Pull up and get like Wendy's
Come show me you wit it
Know that I'm with it
I'm poppin these pillies
I roll up the phillie
Trying to run me a milli
Spin on his block until he dizzy
Throw back a perc
Ready to do work
We gonna put him in the dirt
Get they momma a tee shirt
I'm chasing the green like the motherf*cking lotto
Told them stop playing get hit with the holo
Flexed up on they ass like I'm Johnny Bravo
Your Bitch sucking my dick like a baby bottle
You can't scream that gang with me
If you ain't shot that thing wit me
Imma charge him imma fee
Shit I can't let you think that shit free
It's gonna come less than a week
Bitch you broke can't talk to me
Ain't got no ride come walk to me
Now why yo bitch keep stalking me
Can't go out bad about no hoe
I'm quick to let them bitches go
I ain't telling on myself
I'm jus gonna act like I ain't know
And f*ck 12 I hate them folks
I can't stop I always go
Bitch yo boyfriend been a hoe
We used to send him to the store
Ain't got my mind up on no bitch
Can't waste my time up on that shit
I ain't lying I'm on my shit
I'm on my grind they on my dick
And my foot all on the neck
Can't compare me to the rest
Think you hot come place a bet
Bitch I'm up go tell them next
200
Writer: Julian Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid