Lyrics:
band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha-
Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon (yeah)
She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana
Ooh (freaky), that's
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Don't need no plan B
Don't need no plan B
Got you and you got me
Don't need no plan B
You're all I need
Don't need no plan B
Don't need no plan B
Got
'll give it up
Run up in your spot, for your watch, take ya thot
Put the TV in the clock, in a box
I need everything you got, from your fitted to your socks
get on her knees, I won't tell her man
It's very thin line between a fuck and a date
And if ya playin' with some paper, she might scream rape
my estate (Woah)
Rhett you gotta chill you leaving bodies in the lakes (Woah)
But good vibes man I don't got time to hate (Woah)
Unless you fuck with
Every day I’m blacked out
When I’m around the house my bitch she always got her ass out
Always got her ass out
Did it by myself and I ain’t
Look at the dope line tonight, just doin' alright
For the nugs
Why y'all got paper, I got paper so let's find some ass to jug
This struggle for power
she actin' way too curious
Bruh got a cutlass, it go fast and it be hard to steer it
We got whips when we pull up, it's like the Fast and Furious
I
game, oh
Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good
Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo
Undercover, pop the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just
unstable like he purple haze
Twin gon' keep that rod, brother told me, he got it off a blaze
Man, fuck the beef, I'd rather let it braise
Jabs landing stars
if you really hot bout it
In this bitch, I'm hot boxin' dolo shit, I might drop this shit
She at the spot where it dropped, and it got my head in
it, I'm goated
I'm loading that thang' and I tote it
Yo girlfriend be singing & streaming my songs
I hear she get wet when I flow switch
Claim he got
on the streets like I'm Rick Ross
Got a couple niggas that I know, that I need to toss
Self-made Zillionaire
And I'm fucking here
I'm surrounded by an army full
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they
pack of cigs
A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer between her legs
She'd ride down to the river and meet with all her friends
The road goes
name 1000 things that I do better than yo man
All I know is get this paper my green healthy like broccoli
Imma shoot my dice if life a game play this
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
the things the shit that we will see
What is this you're feelin?
Seems I got you clinging
By your man
Been a year since our meeting
Even though you said you
Tool man Taylor yeah
I'm handy on the mic
Big booty beautiful I wanna take a bite
Shawty got a bag like she wanna spennanight
Yeahhh
It's paper so we
the legends keep dying man
I done seen a lot of shit
I done had a lot of paper
I done seen a lot of bitches
All want me to save her
All want me to save her
All
report card say she proud of what I do
She been working overtime gon' buy me some new shoes (love you ma)
Plus my homies ain’t on punishment, they mamas
first game
Kept it in the streets, I ain't got no chain
Working every day, bitch i got a plan
Yo bitch said she wanna play with a real man(Real Man
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