soulraine - zenin Lyrics

I'm about to f*ck that ho, bitch
I'm about to slut that ho out
And bitch, i'm getting to it
(yeah, wah)
I'm about to hold her hand, yeah
Get to the money, the yams
Oh, baby, what's the plan?
Finna pour up (yeah)
That bitch go crazy
I f*ck that ho on the daily
Ain't with the talking, f*ck you, pay me
I swear, i make her (yeah)
Boy, get your bands up (hey)
She want my pickle, yeah
But I cannot let her
Yeah, and I cannot stand for that shit (huh)
I'm on it right now
I pull up, and I tear that bitch down
Talking shit, and we blowing you down
Volta made this shit, he went so crazy
F*ck that shit, bitch, have my baby
I swear to god, she ain't talking about shit
Imm too inclined for you to date me (Huh)
And bitch, I get on that shit quick
Niggas be crazy, they think they can see me
Ha, I manipulate that bitch
I swear to god, she'll never leave me
Don't pull up to me talking about politics
Stop that foolery, bitch, you ain't robbing shit (yeah)
And i'm about to f*ck a melodic bitch
You got out of that bitch, and I hopped in it
My niggas about to spray, and we popping shit
Niggas already know that we dropping shit
I'm way too deep in this shit to call it quits (ha)
Stupid games, and you suffer the consequence
Yeah, my life can't get better
Yeah, bond too deep to sever
Love that bitch, I send her letters
Asked to f*ck, and bet she let me
I'm about to f*ck that ho, bitch
I'm about to slut that ho out
And bitch, i'm getting to it
(yeah, wah)
I'm about to hold her hand, yeah
Get to the money, the yams
Oh, baby, what's the plan?
Finna pour up (yeah)
That bitch go crazy
I f*ck that ho on the daily
Ain't with the talking, f*ck you, pay me
I swear, i make her (yeah)
Boy, get your bands up (hey)
She want my pickle, yeah
But I cannot let her