Lyrics:
we met, I'll never forget oh how I missed you through baby
[Mr. Sancho]
Baby look at what I do just to get by you when I really wanna know you
True
Not a freestyler also not a writer Still typing down my lyrics type Writer
Type beat de le stoic cuz he got the Type of Beats that keep me Flowing
when I fuck yo bitch
Niggas want static antenna the clip
She like Lil Skcope why yo clothes never fit
He like Lil Skcope let me know when you miss
that nigga who think he in line, but you can do better
You need a freak, baby you fine, and I got the pleasure (Woah)
Not on my Playboy shit, no Hefner
that?
Well off that
I ain't got that
Now shorty
Lets just take a walk right back...
What...
Verse 4 (Quotazn)
Ok, yeah
My man he got a nice car
But
day
Fuck with lil' mama vibe, but she can't never know where I stay
I told her we good, just stay in your place
She knew I was slimy by the look on my
calling me the king but on my pop I never backslide
I just move ahead
All these babes wanna share my bed cause they heard I'm sweeter than Agege bread
I'm
Uh
I'm good
Uh
I see things that they don't see
(PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though)
I see your pain through the skies in
just to show her that I’m working
Ima do the dash drop the top
Ima do the dash on the cops
Tell a pussy n***a that I’m lookin for him
He gone do a dash
Playboy
Run that
They got that shit under the safe
Your bitch take it all to the face
Take no misdemeanor
Don't like your demeanor
I stroke with
playboy hit that 3 peat
Just trynna hit the cha cha slide
Close my eyes and then I glide
I'm smoking to get high
I ain't trynna just roll on by
New kicks
playboy
That carrot size is not floss
They rocking knock offs
My girl Chanel and Fendi
I'm getting topped off
While I'm driving in a Bentley
And once I
can tell by da way I dance .. and my stance.. I got da WAP bra..
And I top up and I slop.. vacuum clean ya & I mop up
Negus fell for it and he took
a long ass time coming
They see me on tv notice me in public
Busses to rarris the dash say two hunnid
Playboy no carti she buss yeah she cumming
Be by my
Wimpin over loss skrilla given to the bitches
Made a cool impression,ended up sour intentions
Cut it by the arm,now he move like Jax Briggs
You kno I
pouring over
When I die
Want my name on a road
In the army of The Lord
Yeah just tell me where to go
Let's go
His Spirit breathes in me
It was He who
by that lil' bitty dub
She callin' me when she leave out the club, know what it is, I know Shawty wan' fuck
I dropped a percocet right in my cup, be
and eggs up in the skillett
Man can you feel it?
I cut you down like a midget
And when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit
I'm such
ya own dance
DJ play my song, -Where dem dollars at- by Gangsta Boo
Plus another southern diva Mia X is coming too
We don't like dem boys who be all
the sugar turned to Salt
Then that where I learned To show
No heart
Playboy bunny by my heart
Cause I used to get no play At all
Now I break niggas
Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
White boy, looking like an angry
than be at home watchin "Chips"
I'd rather watch chicks
I flipped, looked to the right of me, tons of honies
One was a Playboy bunny, but I left her
Hugh
Plus my youngin standin out the roof
He ain't even hide his face, boy
Trying to put a face on some and
Shoot a bitch nigga, front of Playboy
Young nigga
with no rats or no pigs, fucking with me, see a whole lotta red
Just know I don't playboy, no I'm not Carti, need me a baddie, like Latto and Cardi
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