She a Fan (feat. Arab Choppa & Kane Tut)
Bino el Dios
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Uh Yea I ain't even write this shit bro this shit off the top of the head Facts 10 Gang Look I be running up them bands Racks all in my pants Ooh oohooh Your baby mother she a fan Yea she know who I am Ooh oohooh I be running up them bands Racks all in my pants Ooooh oohooh Your baby mother she a fan Yea she know who I am Ooooh oohooh When its beef you know ima ride It's about to be a homicide (homicide) I ain't running bitch I'm outside (I'm outside nigga) 10 rings they by my side Look Homicide homicide Make his fucking momma cry Niggas knowing ima ride Camelbeach ima slide woah woah Nanna clips in the K Shooting shit broad day I ain't come here to play Niggas is food so his life at steak A millionaire is my fate So much food on my plate I can't tell if I ate Ain't no love it's all hate Niggas be jealous 'cause my pockets overweight It ain't my fault that I'm getting to the cake And you f*ck niggas wait And me and dogs will really go and catch a case If you f*ck niggas play woah I be running up them bands Racks all in my pants Ooh oohooh Your baby mother she a fan Yea she know who I am Ooooh oohooh I be running up them bands Racks all in my pants Ooh oohooh Your baby mother she a fan Yea she know who I am Ooh oohooh When its beef you know ima ride It's about to be a homicide I ain't running bitch I'm outside 10 rings they by my side I'm the chosen one f*ck what you say Your bitch pussy sweeter than a soufflé I'm actually linking up with her today And she gon' throw it back like a bouquet A lot of Harvey Dents niggas two faced So call them root canals 'cause they too fake All they do is cap like a toupée The Glock stay with me like a roommate Call me Dios baby I'm the one and only Heard that nigga tweaking boy don't even worry It's just me and you Tony Toni Toné 5 from the rocket like Cuttino Mobley Knock his wig off now he look like Stony Got a Micheal Conley and it's mixed with Curry That's a mac 11 with a fucking 30 Give you 12 more since you feeling worthy I be running up them bands Racks all in my pants Ooh oohooh Your baby mother she a fan Yea she know who I am Ooh oohooh I be running up them bands Racks all in my pants Ooh oohooh Your baby mother she a fan Yea she know who I am Ooh oohooh When it's beef you know ima ride It's about to be a homicide I ain't running bitch I'm outside 10 rings they by my side
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Written by: Arab Choppa, Bino Dios, Kane Tut
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