On All Bullshit
Swoop Gianni & Dottie Banks
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Purple jeans like my momma Sipping activist Even if Rihanna was my bitch I'm still on savage shit Ex trying to factor a nigga out Like a panelist Told bro nem' if we crashed out We surviving the accident Finessed her out the head Like she got braided by the Africans Jack got the hard for the low Check the new balances I told that bitch I'm snipped Busted on her lip I don't like scavenging Steel on my waist While I go shopping Like a mannequin The world in my hands While I count up With all these calluses Look at kid knee Can't marry bitches need dialysis The lady of yo dreams be the hoe I say come grab the bitch Send the lo, my frontier soldiers With all the traveling I swear these rubbers Hot upon this scat I got drac in it, shot yo mans Now he leaning on yo help Like you got drank in it Always cuffing bitches That's my problem Now, I hate bitches Call that bitch Atlanta Friend-zoned her it's a weight limit Shells hit his top It's Red Lobster in his fitted cap He can't stomach bullets That's his ass inside that shitty bag That ain't my bitch I still hit her With my thieving ass So much water on these Cartiers Like I'm grieving bad Hold on, hold on we get on they ass Hot nigga, with a cold bitch Like I made summer mad Call me mr put that shitty on With my humble ass Tell me what's the wave When I been wavy, like a ruffle bag I swear that nigga ain't on nothing Like his name Nathan Swear I ain't falling for a bitch Unless her name Grace Stop with all that dissing You ain't turnt That shit sound good playing Richard Hamilton be the Cartiers Had to bust the face Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit Hold on, lil bitch I'm on bullshit Had to show my face For me to f*ck Cause she like me a lot Remy Martin sipping with this bitch Icy and hot Pull off in a demon With lil Christian Dior over the socks Call this cougar bitch fo'nicky She letting me drive Shit I keep her in my pocket That's change on the side Shit she say she thirty eight But the bitch forty five She want you to hit it on her period I ain't repping the five But I'm a slide Cause the brain illiterate Do this for Ms. Gladys I'm the runt and stepping militant Ten steps ahead and do my dance And still get ignorant I ain't want to hit the show But the mama want me booked I just got the sauce She want me booked because she feeling me Gitchy, gitchy yaya She a problem off the casa Hold on, duh got me feeling like casada Damn, got me bussing off the knowledge Wipe yo face with this hunnit Knowledge pay her way through college Hold on Why the f*ck you bullshitting Hold on Why the f*ck you bullshitting See me with yo aunty Then, you know that I'm just hitting See me with yo granny Mind yo muthafucking business I swear that nigga ain't on nothing Like his name Nathan Swear I ain't falling for a bitch Unless her name Grace Stop with all that dissing You ain't turnt That shit sound good playing Richard Hamilton be the Cartiers Had to bust the face Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit Hold on, hold on I'm on bullshit Hold on, lil bitch I'm on bullshit
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Written by: Kenneth Jackson, Sean Alexander
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