Lyrics:
caught me for speeding
Broke ugly bitch, put a bag on her
Fat bitch wanna talk I step back from her
Ay, like call me James Harden
You got no funds why you
a Jelly Belly eighth
Brodie life fucked up he on Fetty every day
Bitch I'm gettin' every play like I'm startin'
Step back, make the shot like I'm James
She hit me on FaceTime
She pop a bottle going full throttle like it ain't daytime
I hit from the back and she got a tatt it's right by the waistline
hustlin' wrong
You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz
It's time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class,
it’s the come up
I be right back at it, it’s the come up
I be right back at it, it’s the come up
Man, Unknown bring the heat, I appreciate the beat
I’m
Ight look
If I ain't got a milli' by my 30's just kill me
I will never let another man try belittle me
I don't give a fuck I never did I never will
Cast your mind back ten years
To the girl who's next to me in school
If I put me hand upon her leg
She hit me with a rule
Though tomorrow won't
wit her lovely ass
Got me movin fast cuz I'm lifted by the wave
Slow it down drop that bs we on holiday
Fuck it bring the bs we gon show you how
there was room in the back
Of the lack truck
I pass her the job then he
Passed it back
Hope my girl to find a magnum raps
You need a shoe shine job
Have you ever spent a night with a rapper?
Girl gimme your number
Count on all these wine cups
You look good no make up
Hope you bring it right back when
she finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Well, Johnny wrote and told her he done fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
she finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Well, Johnny wrote and told her he done fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
I love my brown bitch
She look astounding
And the drinks on pour
We might just bring the rounds in
I love my brown bitch
She look astounding
And we
bargaining either
Now they hit my line say I’ve changed
First off I ain’t worked this hard to stay the same
Secondly you don’t greet my Momma by her name
So I
the face
With a thumb tack
With a pic of a goon on skates
Please shut the fuck up
Act like James
And step the fuck back
Oh no wait
I miss you bitch
Bit
My killers move by they self they’ll get you gone
The 4-5 in the mail when i came home
Had the racks in the safe when i came home
I can’t even go
a gun
And start firing
All the types be out
Hood boogers
Looking for a snotty nose
Horses with phat backs
Stroll by
Like cameos
Skin black
But shines
I hit my niggas off with good smoke
Out west they ridin' with me, now I'm back hard
I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard
Hated by
They talk down on us but ain't lifted a finger
To bring shit to the hood. What make you qualify to bring up anything that go down
You ain't even from
gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown
I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it
head on her
And they talk behind my back
Because I know they scared of me
Yo aim off my nigga but my shit be dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
Dead on,
Told her bring a friend
She can tell by your walk that your a middle man
The way I get it on my mama yeah I'm going fed
She gone let me, She gone let
tells you that it's fine
And you tell her to come back over and to bring a bottle of wine
This time you're having some trouble gettin it up
Your booty
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
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