Lil' bitch, she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in
But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand
Put a bitch in the oven the bakers man I see people show love to the fakest man
Niggas know they don't like you and shake your hand
Hit his ass with da .40 and shake his leg, How many grams it take just to save the day, You can't catch it then pass ain't no Savin plays, Call off random numbers, I'm not saving names I pray to the game Gods, While you playing games
When you f*cking your bitch, she might say my name
Niggas talkin too much gotta sell the game Back & forth to the bathroom, she hittin Caine,
Pillow talking to bitches these niggas lame You said that to her you ain't say that to me, Matter fact why the f*ck you say anything? Like the hoes you get drunk and do hennything,
Run yo mouth to the hoes they run back to me
Lil' bitch, she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in
But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand
Put a bitch in the oven to bakersman Put a zip in the microwave, whip it up until it's a paste
When she hit it, she twist her face She brought me clients, she get a free hit today
Ain't nun free lil' bitch you can fix your face
How much did you make suckin all of that dick today
Not spending money, don't call my phone
Macaulay Culkin, the grams home alone I'ma step on da grams with my tippy toes
You don't know what to do nigga give me those
I also got a fetish for pretty hoes You can catch me wherever the money go
They gon' act funny whenever the money low
That's one of the few things that you just gotta know
You find you a plug treat it like a pot of gold
They gon' say that batch fire buy da most before it's gone
Lil' bitch she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand Put a bitch in the oven da bakersman I see people show love to the fakest man
Niggas know they don't like you and shake your hand
Hit his ass wit da .40 & shake his leg
How many grams it take just to save the day?
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Lil' bitch, she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in
But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand
Put a bitch in the oven the bakers man I see people show love to the fakest man
Niggas know they don't like you and shake your hand
Hit his ass with da .40 and shake his leg, How many grams it take just to save the day, You can't catch it then pass ain't no Savin plays, Call off random numbers, I'm not saving names I pray to the game Gods, While you playing games
When you f*cking your bitch, she might say my name
Niggas talkin too much gotta sell the game Back & forth to the bathroom, she hittin Caine,
Pillow talking to bitches these niggas lame You said that to her you ain't say that to me, Matter fact why the f*ck you say anything? Like the hoes you get drunk and do hennything,
Run yo mouth to the hoes they run back to me
Lil' bitch, she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in
But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand
Put a bitch in the oven to bakersman Put a zip in the microwave, whip it up until it's a paste
When she hit it, she twist her face She brought me clients, she get a free hit today
Ain't nun free lil' bitch you can fix your face
How much did you make suckin all of that dick today
Not spending money, don't call my phone
Macaulay Culkin, the grams home alone I'ma step on da grams with my tippy toes
You don't know what to do nigga give me those
I also got a fetish for pretty hoes You can catch me wherever the money go
They gon' act funny whenever the money low
That's one of the few things that you just gotta know
You find you a plug treat it like a pot of gold
They gon' say that batch fire buy da most before it's gone
Lil' bitch she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand Put a bitch in the oven da bakersman I see people show love to the fakest man
Niggas know they don't like you and shake your hand
Hit his ass wit da .40 & shake his leg
How many grams it take just to save the day?
But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand
Put a bitch in the oven the bakers man I see people show love to the fakest man
Niggas know they don't like you and shake your hand
Hit his ass with da .40 and shake his leg, How many grams it take just to save the day, You can't catch it then pass ain't no Savin plays, Call off random numbers, I'm not saving names I pray to the game Gods, While you playing games
When you f*cking your bitch, she might say my name
Niggas talkin too much gotta sell the game Back & forth to the bathroom, she hittin Caine,
Pillow talking to bitches these niggas lame You said that to her you ain't say that to me, Matter fact why the f*ck you say anything? Like the hoes you get drunk and do hennything,
Run yo mouth to the hoes they run back to me
Lil' bitch, she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in
But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand
Put a bitch in the oven to bakersman Put a zip in the microwave, whip it up until it's a paste
When she hit it, she twist her face She brought me clients, she get a free hit today
Ain't nun free lil' bitch you can fix your face
How much did you make suckin all of that dick today
Not spending money, don't call my phone
Macaulay Culkin, the grams home alone I'ma step on da grams with my tippy toes
You don't know what to do nigga give me those
I also got a fetish for pretty hoes You can catch me wherever the money go
They gon' act funny whenever the money low
That's one of the few things that you just gotta know
You find you a plug treat it like a pot of gold
They gon' say that batch fire buy da most before it's gone
Lil' bitch she done jumped out the whip And now she tryna get back in But I'm already f*ckin her friend I know she regret how she played her hand Put a bitch in the oven da bakersman I see people show love to the fakest man
Niggas know they don't like you and shake your hand
Hit his ass wit da .40 & shake his leg
How many grams it take just to save the day?
Writer: Armand Dickerson-Jones
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