Ima mack bitch
R.i.p Miller
Bought a balmain jacket for the cold winter
Got 4 zippers
Mike jack thiller
We got bitches, you just watch them like a dog sitter
Tell them hoes I'm magnum strapped
Beat that pussy till it need a cat nap
I put her on a plane, she'll fly for it
My white girls pop molly and rock Tom Ford
Damn
I see why they sick of me
More work how i celebrate my winning streak'
On my doly, you know what they say bout misery
Seduce the money since she never want to ben aki
Play with this, I won't even need a stick on me
Sock a nigga in the mouth like Mick Foley
Got ya boo tryna give me Becky in the booth
She tryna f*ck a legend verse up like Rich Homie
Panties at the door
That's how she tryna get for a nigga (house rules bitch)
Panties at the door
She wanna get lit for a nigga (get lit for me what?)
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Leave ya panties at the door
She gon do it for a real niggga
Yea
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
Ima make you come, but that money come first
I stack chips like potato head
F*ck the glory
Buzzed off a light year
Aint that toy story
Man, and I aint Santa to a bitch
You talking bout a moving image if you talking bout a gift
If i meet a Dej Loaf I'm heading to Detroit
Now watch the boss put in work like I'm self employed
Tell boys them boys that I wake up on my level, wait
Forever boy?, Forever ever ever ever, boy
Spider coop got me crawling like spider mane
Boy I got more splash than a hydroplane
Damn
They like TZZ f*ckin up the plans
Exposing niggas, cause that f*ck shit I can't stand
They say a whole lotta shit just to say nothing
You see the difference
Aye, she just wanna buss it, aw
Panties at the door
That's how she tryna get for a nigga (house rules bitch)
Panties at the door
She wanna get lit for a nigga (get lit for me what?)
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Leave ya panties at the door
She gon do it for a real niggga
Yea
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
House rules bitch
TZZ Mlno - House Rules Lyrics
TZZ Mlno - House Rules Lyrics
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Ima mack bitch
R.i.p Miller
Bought a balmain jacket for the cold winter
Got 4 zippers
Mike jack thiller
We got bitches, you just watch them like a dog sitter
Tell them hoes I'm magnum strapped
Beat that pussy till it need a cat nap
I put her on a plane, she'll fly for it
My white girls pop molly and rock Tom Ford
Damn
I see why they sick of me
More work how i celebrate my winning streak'
On my doly, you know what they say bout misery
Seduce the money since she never want to ben aki
Play with this, I won't even need a stick on me
Sock a nigga in the mouth like Mick Foley
Got ya boo tryna give me Becky in the booth
She tryna f*ck a legend verse up like Rich Homie
Panties at the door
That's how she tryna get for a nigga (house rules bitch)
Panties at the door
She wanna get lit for a nigga (get lit for me what?)
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Leave ya panties at the door
She gon do it for a real niggga
Yea
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
Ima make you come, but that money come first
I stack chips like potato head
F*ck the glory
Buzzed off a light year
Aint that toy story
Man, and I aint Santa to a bitch
You talking bout a moving image if you talking bout a gift
If i meet a Dej Loaf I'm heading to Detroit
Now watch the boss put in work like I'm self employed
Tell boys them boys that I wake up on my level, wait
Forever boy?, Forever ever ever ever, boy
Spider coop got me crawling like spider mane
Boy I got more splash than a hydroplane
Damn
They like TZZ f*ckin up the plans
Exposing niggas, cause that f*ck shit I can't stand
They say a whole lotta shit just to say nothing
You see the difference
Aye, she just wanna buss it, aw
Panties at the door
That's how she tryna get for a nigga (house rules bitch)
Panties at the door
She wanna get lit for a nigga (get lit for me what?)
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Leave ya panties at the door
She gon do it for a real niggga
Yea
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
House rules bitch
R.i.p Miller
Bought a balmain jacket for the cold winter
Got 4 zippers
Mike jack thiller
We got bitches, you just watch them like a dog sitter
Tell them hoes I'm magnum strapped
Beat that pussy till it need a cat nap
I put her on a plane, she'll fly for it
My white girls pop molly and rock Tom Ford
Damn
I see why they sick of me
More work how i celebrate my winning streak'
On my doly, you know what they say bout misery
Seduce the money since she never want to ben aki
Play with this, I won't even need a stick on me
Sock a nigga in the mouth like Mick Foley
Got ya boo tryna give me Becky in the booth
She tryna f*ck a legend verse up like Rich Homie
Panties at the door
That's how she tryna get for a nigga (house rules bitch)
Panties at the door
She wanna get lit for a nigga (get lit for me what?)
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Leave ya panties at the door
She gon do it for a real niggga
Yea
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
Ima make you come, but that money come first
I stack chips like potato head
F*ck the glory
Buzzed off a light year
Aint that toy story
Man, and I aint Santa to a bitch
You talking bout a moving image if you talking bout a gift
If i meet a Dej Loaf I'm heading to Detroit
Now watch the boss put in work like I'm self employed
Tell boys them boys that I wake up on my level, wait
Forever boy?, Forever ever ever ever, boy
Spider coop got me crawling like spider mane
Boy I got more splash than a hydroplane
Damn
They like TZZ f*ckin up the plans
Exposing niggas, cause that f*ck shit I can't stand
They say a whole lotta shit just to say nothing
You see the difference
Aye, she just wanna buss it, aw
Panties at the door
That's how she tryna get for a nigga (house rules bitch)
Panties at the door
She wanna get lit for a nigga (get lit for me what?)
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Panties at the door
Leave ya panties at the door
She gon do it for a real niggga
Yea
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
Twerk sum
Hurt sum
Work
House rules bitch
Writer: Joseph Beckwith
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