Lyrics:
shit, try not to waste it
Hypnotized by the way that ass shakin
Her friend gon' get on top, she on the bottom, they shakin', that ass amazing
Slim
it fast bounce that shit
Shake that ass shake that shit
Out with the gang in the mazi
Got ya bitch in the V she topping
Face down ass up
Show no love
Yeah! (Q-q-quarexd)
Baked Cheetos, way I'm in my bag
I don't give a fuck, so get off my dick goddamn
I'm the real shit, your ass just a ripoff, yeah
un de papes
Man ech femmen un dem pot
Deng bitch ass kinda ugly
Mais de shit ass kinda odd
Sippen um champagne
An ech fillen mech wei God
Spillen mat
Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast
in the spot if I give her the dick feel it up in her guts
Damn, like
Just shake dat shit
Shake dat shit
Ass so fat might break that shit like
Glah
Just
claiming he from the streets
Talking bout you rap better, bitch, you ain't comparing to me
You could have your own cousin, beat your ass, this shit ain't
a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya
Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head
Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm
Now
This the type of weird ass shit
You get off to
Me in the corner crying hard while you off two
Percocets that I had been saving hope they haunt you
the pole
He a pussy if he told
Cap ass shit they doing getting old
Niggas gone tell in ya face getting bold
Stacking up cash til my shit cant fold
Sick ass
we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
none of that shit
Where your ass was at, dog, when niggas wouldn't feed me?
Where your ass was at, dog, when bitches didn't need me?
Where your ass
Freedom fighters rolling in their graves
As we realize that we are slaves
Every time I look at plastic face
I can see that
Liars shit from ass
Liars shit
Clean ass fit, WD40 drip
Walk around with a big ass stick, that shit could barely fit
I feel like I'm in Beyblade, I'm known to let it rip
Keep
Your boy done talked some shit and got his ass beat
I only keep real killers all around me
Say that it's my Inner Circle Only
My homeboy beat his ass
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your
Shake that ass hoe
Drop that shit to the floor
Throw that shit in slow-mo
No tic-tac but you know we throwing ass on our toes
Shake that shit
Shake
wanna cop my whip in cash
On that note, pull up on them folks
In an all black Ghost like Christmas Past, this shit's ass
Low-key rich with the same
Broke-ass shit ain’t got no money
Doin’ dumb-ass shit you think you funny
Just some broke-ass shit ain’t got no money
Doin’ dumb-ass shit you think
can't fuck with me if you ain't got that cash
You wanna see some ass?
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that
to it I feel like
Solo dolo nigga watch out for the popo
Bitch gotta ass that shit fucking big fasho
Cooling, I'm boolin, nigga watch who you fooling
If
Nagging ass bitch, you a nagging ass bitch
Ya you talk a lot of shit, you a nagging ass bitch
What you whining for
I can't hear you
What you whining
nothing (gettin' money)
Cocky ass nigga, hoes love me (cocky)
Since a newborn I been thuggin' (been thuggin')
I was takin' shit in my Huggies (been
a testimony that you're full of bologna
That you're a stupid shit-ass
A meathead, guido, pass-gas
But you have got no class, no style
No social skills, no
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