Lyrics:
nuts that's what you get
when you leta nigga lick that clit
do you like it?(yeah)
want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah)
from the ceiling
To the flo
the head
But never love the bitch
That's just how it is
They don't wanna see me win
Even my friend
Can't trust again
Now I gotta sin
Drive by laid 'em
get high wit my stick i get low wit it
issa lick on the flo im go get it
I got hustle blood im a stove whipper
She the right bitch but im wrong nigga
motherfuckers
Everybody laughing at me gonna wanna get burned like summer
I'm crazy
I'm awesome
I'm healthy
And I'm wealthy
Don't wanna say it out loud but
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
to shinnin
I said it's time for me to eat
Time for me to shine
I know i gotta get it
Thats why i stay on my grind
Never worry bout my nine
Gottum worried bout
How you get that ass all in them jeans
I gotta know
How you get that ass all in them jeans
Its poppin, woah
How you get that ass all in them jeans
I
another night
I been rapping told em fuck a holiday
Niggas trippin gotta get em
Pull up where yo mama stay
Smoking strong by my lonely
Niggas trynna ride
livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers
the money, never need mine
Way she movin’ got my own dancer
She gone ride the dick like she got her own Phantom
Don’t get it twisted, I just want you for
up the beat, need a spoon (what?)
You know I'm Flo Milli and if it's a milli on the floor, I need me a broom
I'on tell hoes not 'cause hoes tell, I
to life, back to life
One show, Jay go for the gusto
On a boat full of dope, goin' up flow
Ali when I float it's a KO
Face to the flo', go hit 'em with
Coat for the throat goats
Even if I gotta do it solo, even if I gotta do it with no promo
I ain't got my point across
'Til we finally get the cross
fuckin with the vibe she got let me get into it,
She know what it is so I had to pursue it
She said she was the one I told that
You gotta prove it!
You
When you coming home? I don't know
All I really know is that I gotta get dough
Gotta elevate. I'm tired of being on the flo'
Man, it's hot on the block
I know that she a 'rida
Bitch I make it hot, it ain't not puttin' out this fire
Every time you pull up, we get lit
Smokin' on dat gas got me fucked up
the rollers and
When push comes to shove
Here you go on the flo' with this hoe again
Psycho bitches never let it go
Trippin's enviable be ready to get up
is it
Go crazy like this the last day on earth
Give that music purpose make that floor hurt
Show him the newness caused by that reverb
Crank on that
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
let's get doe
If you a soldier, let's get low
But keep it gangsta anyway ya go
I'll ride with my brothas, die with my brothas
Drive by pull
all on my body or you could leave me vlone
Got my heart my sleeve like it’s Comme de Garçon
Be my personal dancer and I’ll record with my phone
Hope you
it, no I ain't lying
I been doin' this shit for a minute
Forever goin' in 'til I get it
Not wasting my time with all these bitches
Gotta stay on my
been gone, I've been right here by your side
There ain't nothin' but clouds, there ain't nothin' but clouds in your eyes
Why don't you believe it
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