Hit the homie
Hit sum hoes
And kopped me a telly
Rosé rose gold
I love me sum
Dont forget the backwoods
And the newports
And sum kondoms
Jus incase we Do score
Pulled up to the telly
Room 27
Sold my bag
Real quick then i started chillin
Then these bitches got freaky
They started to strip
Think im lyin
I got videos and pics
Aye f*ck it imma slut baby
Kant have my heart
Have this nut baby
Aye f*ck it up bestfriend
She gon make ma dick blow
Like my weapon
Hurry up f*ck a real right one
Get this real right dick
Swallow real right kum
And nats Kum wit a k
Get it skraight
Real right blood
Rock my Flag everyday
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
We gon f*ck it up talkin all night
Imma plumber
She get hit wit long pipe
We gon f*ck this telly up
She gon get this dick
Its gon F*ck her belly up
Roll another wood
I ain high enuff
You can get a better deal
If you buy enuff
Talkin slimey stuff
F*ck up ya nostrils
Jus kuz ya homie got cheese
Still nachos
Still pronto
Still on go
Still gotta bag
And u still so broke
Still upgvng
Still dont show it
Still stack money
And still i blow it
If im lyin im dyin
And they killed me yet
West coast f*ck wimme
Yall dont feel me yet
F*ck it ,Let ya bitch feel this dick instead
U at home
We makin porn
She sayin that she slept
Got her bussin for a hol up
She be doin it for free
Back shots
Good top
She a Bad ass freak
Hol up bby girl
Lemme smack them cheeks
If u ain heard bitch
Smack game is on fleek
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
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Hit the homie
Hit sum hoes
And kopped me a telly
Rosé rose gold
I love me sum
Dont forget the backwoods
And the newports
And sum kondoms
Jus incase we Do score
Pulled up to the telly
Room 27
Sold my bag
Real quick then i started chillin
Then these bitches got freaky
They started to strip
Think im lyin
I got videos and pics
Aye f*ck it imma slut baby
Kant have my heart
Have this nut baby
Aye f*ck it up bestfriend
She gon make ma dick blow
Like my weapon
Hurry up f*ck a real right one
Get this real right dick
Swallow real right kum
And nats Kum wit a k
Get it skraight
Real right blood
Rock my Flag everyday
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
We gon f*ck it up talkin all night
Imma plumber
She get hit wit long pipe
We gon f*ck this telly up
She gon get this dick
Its gon F*ck her belly up
Roll another wood
I ain high enuff
You can get a better deal
If you buy enuff
Talkin slimey stuff
F*ck up ya nostrils
Jus kuz ya homie got cheese
Still nachos
Still pronto
Still on go
Still gotta bag
And u still so broke
Still upgvng
Still dont show it
Still stack money
And still i blow it
If im lyin im dyin
And they killed me yet
West coast f*ck wimme
Yall dont feel me yet
F*ck it ,Let ya bitch feel this dick instead
U at home
We makin porn
She sayin that she slept
Got her bussin for a hol up
She be doin it for free
Back shots
Good top
She a Bad ass freak
Hol up bby girl
Lemme smack them cheeks
If u ain heard bitch
Smack game is on fleek
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Hit sum hoes
And kopped me a telly
Rosé rose gold
I love me sum
Dont forget the backwoods
And the newports
And sum kondoms
Jus incase we Do score
Pulled up to the telly
Room 27
Sold my bag
Real quick then i started chillin
Then these bitches got freaky
They started to strip
Think im lyin
I got videos and pics
Aye f*ck it imma slut baby
Kant have my heart
Have this nut baby
Aye f*ck it up bestfriend
She gon make ma dick blow
Like my weapon
Hurry up f*ck a real right one
Get this real right dick
Swallow real right kum
And nats Kum wit a k
Get it skraight
Real right blood
Rock my Flag everyday
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
We gon f*ck it up talkin all night
Imma plumber
She get hit wit long pipe
We gon f*ck this telly up
She gon get this dick
Its gon F*ck her belly up
Roll another wood
I ain high enuff
You can get a better deal
If you buy enuff
Talkin slimey stuff
F*ck up ya nostrils
Jus kuz ya homie got cheese
Still nachos
Still pronto
Still on go
Still gotta bag
And u still so broke
Still upgvng
Still dont show it
Still stack money
And still i blow it
If im lyin im dyin
And they killed me yet
West coast f*ck wimme
Yall dont feel me yet
F*ck it ,Let ya bitch feel this dick instead
U at home
We makin porn
She sayin that she slept
Got her bussin for a hol up
She be doin it for free
Back shots
Good top
She a Bad ass freak
Hol up bby girl
Lemme smack them cheeks
If u ain heard bitch
Smack game is on fleek
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Ugh
Tell me Why the brokest ones
Be the loudest
And i kant stand a man
Who think they trap
Flippin ounces
Like ugh
Tell me why the baddest hoes
Be the buss downs
U ain use to f*ck wimme
Aw Wanna kuff now
Writer: Logan Arzola
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