Lyrics:
Yea yea yea bitch, hoe
You should've mind ya business lil' bitty bitch
Ion give no fuck nigga
Go against, go against, go against a gang
Nigga
even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'
Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long
a bitch shit
I’m a take away my love
And I ain’t gone give a bitch shit
I let this lil bitch meet my moma
Kause I thought she was my baby
I let this lil
I'm stacking till I get pesos
Euros and Dollar bills
Show baby them Turks and them
Caicos
Pay off my Moma bills
Depending on how my lil day go
I might
lyrics dirty
But my record is clean all my records is me
I'm flexing I'm flexing
Know lil nigga I'm flexing
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no
tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
a something
Be blowed all day this smoke come and get you some
Lil bitch
On to so some money shit
I don't really hang with Niggas they be on some bumy
And don't say shit if you can't be real about it
Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came
Big Shit Talker 4
Nigga thought that he was gonna rob 4
Got whacked in the process
Fully automatic, might catch fed time
Get caught with this uh, 4
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
fam in a mansion Pull up ghost Danny Phantom
Try to rob we hold em for ransom See I got them bags like Santa
She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch
Came Straight off The boat
Ha
Came from the mud
Bitch I'm clean big soap lot of suds (uh Yea)
Yea my Spiff big Drip
Imma Walkin jacuzzi lil tub (uh)
Milly a Must I don’t care
Nun these niggas I trust
I don’t fuck with nobody but us
If I F**k on tha bish She gon bust
Heyy
I know me a lil bish
All we need is a lil' more x and a hotel room and a bag of lite
A greeny is to living life burning by the laughish layers
I know if I plenty these
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
moma swung
niggas I call em big lexy
Lil moma she looking real sexy
She hit me up saying she wanna sexy me
She slid in me dm tryna be my bm
I told her nuhhuh baby I
a p****y want me dead but ain't drop yeeeet
My MomA said she washed her hands with me
But oin think she understands me
I hustle just to feed my family
Moma was poppin' pills Daddy Was sniffin' on that Whitney
Late night, early morning when My situation hit me
Got a fire in my heart like what's Burning
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