Bobby, Whitney
Chann B
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East side nigga but I'm good west Me and Po rolling loud for the stress Roll another, like we toast to success I remember all the days we would struggle for a check Now we up next, and we just getting started Drop this shit, bet my niggas go retarded Tryna have the city goin crazy to my songs She at the side door in a robe and a thong She not a stripper but I wanna tip her Come home from the road and she me making dinner My name getting bigger Her waste getting slimmer But she getting thicker That ass getting fatter Whenever she ask, I put dick in her bladder I'm getting money, all that other don't matter I keep all the extras, my savings, I'm stacking Can't post on IG, I ain't with all that bragging If you need a pack then believe me, I'm taxing But if I f*ck with you, I'll front you a load I just re'd up so I got it fasho The profit is crazy, I got it for low All my niggas is eating and put in at the table I keep my head down, handle business then lay low (keep my head down, handle business then lay low) I do what I can, when I can, if I'm able She wanna be entertained but got nothing to offer And had the nerve to tell me that I'm stuck in my ways Said I prolly won't change until I have daughter Cause I do her wrong but in all the right ways As I smoke on this blunt I just think to myself If I wasn't Chase b. would she still love Channel Cause women be tricky I give you what you want and you take what you need but I needed your help So I learned to do this shit all on my on She only get dick and a Uber ride home Know this gone sound crazy, and no not just lately but truth is I really hate sleeping alone You just wasn't with me shooting in the gym You showed me affection the moment that I came up You don't know my struggle, you just know my hustle so know that you can't just come over and lay up Aye, man, these hoes is so tricky Wanna be on my team, they tryna trick me (why) Cause I beat it like Bobby, Whitney But is you with me Aye I be running thru money like I don't know how to save Egyptian cotton on my body, I'm paid She want it done and fucked up the same day Her weave getting snatched then that pussy get slayed But I'm on a wave She know she with me today Might not be here the next day I can't play no games And you can't play me, I'm not lame Girl wtf is you saying Bitches is tricky I put the tip all inner kidneys She telling me she wanna win She think this forever Told me it's mines like whenever But really I'm after her twin I ain't got no love Used to say I was scrub Ain't know that I had the drip Now I done came up Cut the check, I run it up All of this money I spend Aye, man, these hoes is so tricky Wanna be on my team, they tryna trick me (why) Cause I beat it like Bobby, Whitney But is you with me (aye) Man, these hoes is so tricky Wanna be on my team, they tryna trick me (why) Cause I beat it like Bobby, Whitney But is you with me (aye)
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