Lyrics:
Listen up niggas I'm tired of you lames
I'm hungry and you looking
Like entire food chains and uh
It's to the point that I ain't
Even got to try hard
gotta speak
New Cuban link with the all gold piece
Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach
room, full of bad bitches (haha, ayo, I-I-yo)
One big room, full of bad bitches
Ayo, Kreayshawn, you can get it (I'm sorry for the wait)
One big room,
red ribbon in my hair
I try to signal something
But you're so ignorant
I like it
I was like the Kreayshawn
To your Spaceghostpurrp i could do anything
hip dips n we hopping
Puisín as Cill Chainnigh
We out in the capital now though
Get it poppin' not stopping
Living for the love love love
Living for
gonna roll her in a
Ball and just kick her
Can't believe she pulled that shit at dinner
Bitch, I'm done like the sun on the east side
Young Kreayshawn
Kreayshawn again bounce out the G ride
Grab a burger and a chopper then I get to slide
I think I'm gonna leave her now 'cause it's summertime
It's
I gave my trust
And now I wanna take it back
Swear I'm falling into famous love
Whenever I can stay on track
And I don't wanna chase my luck
But I
lightly like you're an egg-bearing chancey
Multifaceted. I task-rabbit it
Slamming down every single one of your casket lids
Can't do to me what I've done
Here we go it’s the infamous flow
Leave your brains looking like Sloppy Joe
Feed it your daughter
Even if I show up by myself it’s still a slaughter
Big Wok man, you already know it man
By this time you already know it, that's for damn sure
We can't really talk if you been sippin' on the Kermit,
gang on my waist thats why my belt read double g's
Dont want that gucci, fendi Prada like kreayshawn. I just wanted big love like im faison. I was told
All them 20s in yo hand boy I got that in (Hunnits)
All them 20s in yo hand boy I got that in hunnits
I don’t need your love lil mama just keep it
some
Say that shit to my face or don't say none
Ghetto little bitch looking like Kreayshawn
That shit is funny to me you ain't nothing to me
Ain't it
a Bentley we up next
Kreayshawn Gucci Gucci let's have sex
I don't got a condom so it look like head
Imma smoke on marijuana it don't give me stress
Fuck DJ
you I can't even lie
Roll with a star baby ima make you shine (Shine)
Throw that ass on me 1 2 3 times
Twerkin like you on a god damn rewind
By the end
I not gonna love you
I not gonna trust
I not gonna fw you
You know what it all about
You had one chance with me
Now you had your one chance with me
Bink Baghdad be fly as a bitch like I'm Curtis Don Dean
Bink Baghdad a fucking hot spitta like I'm with the Rza
He thought it was a brick I served em
playin' it's a nine
You better fucking run
Cause, i'm a victim
Live by the goop, you get redrummed
In the light, i'm shining, moving like a moth
I'm
Do they make you feel alive
Cuz they take me to the sky
You can see em in my eyes
Right now i feel like i can fly
Beam on the glock its red
Imma take
outside
Drive fast don't waste time
Ass all on my FaceTime
Strap on my wasteline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt
Hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Don't give a fuck
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
a girl out with me, just know she murder (yeah)
Murder, murder, take her ass like burglar
Then I put her on the loud and feed her turkey burgers (damn)
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