Lyrics:
Pop me a modelo
Riding with my fellows
Ladies jumpin out the window
Trynna get in my schedule
I ain't got no time for that bitch
But that girl
to kill 'em, never play them bitches
Always came up with the blueprint, never had to listen
I had a bunch of detentions, too many pink slips
Turned
a lady never down to get another bitch
I cannot see you cause I’m busy in the gutter bitch, uh
I miss the 90s, now bitches always fighting
I don’t want no
(Baws)
Miss Chloe's on the microphone so watch your step
I'll strap you in this collar make you my new pet
Bitches want me on they body like I'm Gucci
You
of bitches
Think they could've made it this far
You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none
should know I’m the shit this that drip you can’t get out no manual I’m on a mission we pray to god that that boy popping out you could say that we miss
tryna call truce
But these bitches out here and they
Left right left move ya hands
Step by step not too fast
She gon dance up on my lap
Working man in
to independent ladies out there keep on struggling you gon make it someday
Shout out to some ladies who don't know their wishes
They got no work so they end up
Got 'em goin' crazy wonderin' when they could cop shit
First lady Ruff Ryder honey got the hot shit
Star bound money now for jet black drop shit
cases got em papers from rollin (hah)
Had to tighten my laces how many races did i win?
I been fucking Jamaicans got dem big breasts, lady tsunade
About this lady named Boo
Haven't you heard of the things Miss Boo is capable to do
Get your mind twisted like some dreads
On a Jamaicans head
you was my baby now
Then I caught you cheating and that made me go crazy
Said made me go crazy, I thought you was my lady
I thought you was my baby
So
Yeah, Rhianna Bennet overshadowed by her sis
Bailey Wick yeah, you know he got that lisp
He love them blonde bitches
He love the blue eyes
Yeah, don't
been swerving, curving all of these bitches that's on the low
Ain't no need for overthinking just think about couple goals
She say how many hoes MVP
bitch enough to sip, pink Moscato
Fuck feelings, coddle this dick and follow
My lead going down
No leasing allowed
Full price to be drowned
By the pain
they throw it out
Bentley waiting by the curb I spur it out
Doors don't open they self the chauffeur get out
My exhale made anything a foggy blur
I
Dropping my bars like the USSR
I don’t mess with the ladies that rolled in the cars
I talk talked with the ladies that chilled at the bars
Don't see
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
About this lady named Boo
Haven't you heard of the things Miss Boo is capable to do
Get your mind twisted like some dreads
On a Jamaicans head
could fight like we racing inside the ride for the pink slip
All your bitches could witness you get disfigured you sinking
You should cherish the moments
but they hating just to hate me
'Cause I'm 16 with a Grammy, no not real it's honorary
Fucking war baby, sipping on pink lady's
Hit the bar with no
Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
Sponsored by the Clan, see
Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
Now tell me
young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the 'eer, she beat up the payment
I don't give a 'eer, baby he
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