Lyrics:
won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from my last whore
I done fucked on Reesha, Keisha and Joy
And I ain't trippin' if you thinkin', enjoy
I was
Got a lot of shit on my mind
Man these bitches, these bitches waste my time
But lil shawty she a dime
And I'm tryna make her mine
But the problem is
(Gat Helm$!)
(Real trap shit)
(Bitch)
(You're listening to Cherry.fm)
(Thank you, Gat Helm$)
She got a fat ass man that shit like hubba bubba
Yeah
Home run, home run like Jeter (Jeter)
Don't make me catch you cheatin', beat her (bad boy)
RIP Capo, pull up in Tahoe
She said, "Oh, her brother's
(yeah), how you gang-bang? (Yeah)
He not 'bout that (yeah), he ain't insane (yeah)
Give him thirty shots (yeah), shoot him Curry range (yeah)
Finger
cameras, action niggas ready to shoot you
But these ain't lights ain't cameras pointed at you
Blocked off the scene cause your scenes don't move me
Will
life ain't nothin' but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway
You can say what you wanna say
Just don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean, old
Fiend know, C know
ain't talkin Dami
We never lackin I walk with it on me
You ain't my shawty, no you ain't my shawty
I know you want me yeah, I know you want me
She told
daddy momma by pullin' up with them bundles
If I ain't treat you good little baby just know it's karma
You did my nigga wrong, I know it, it was last
But no matter what she gon' say, we gon' be okay
I'm convinced she don't want nobody else
Kiss it and never tell, she litty all by herself
Ain't
fuck love but I still love to fuck”
She’s a good girl gone bad can you blame her?
So far gone, and nobody could save her
Used to have marriage in her
day
But bitch, I'm gettin' paid way too much to ever see them
I was down bad, now I'm up gettin' paid
Bitch, don't act like you don't see it
Tried
enormous
If I take my shot
You know I'm scoring
Yeah yeah yeah
Foreign bitches
Ain't no boring
They ain't no boring no
Kill on time and
Then she snoring
She
Think she bad,
Told the bitch, 'Get from round me Hoe'
But three hoes on my hip, had to round them up
Look at my wrist, you gon' see something
But she's my type of crazy
Her lips my favourite topic,
Looks like poetry in motion
I don't know how you got me hooked,
You got my heart with no
What the hell y'all came here for
If y'all ain't out there on that floor
You asked me to bring it so
I brang you more
Give it to you raw,
Give
night all alone
And that's why your sittin' there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't goin' to call you!
So you put on the TV and you
to hold hands
Told her she can hold this dick
But she'll need both hands
White bitch trying to pull my card
Lindsey Lohan
They gonna kill you for it
Best
you aint taking that bet
Accurate aim bitch im nothin but net
I bought her channel she still acting
upset
Ride around town with that glock in my sweats
want it rough but moist like lotion
And when you walk said to cause explosion
Yea said that she liking what I do
Then I might pursue
Yea said that she
party with you.
She da one who love drama,
Keep it heated, stay undefeated from the Chi comma Illinois,
My crew makes more noise than yours,
Fifteen
from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put
and she nasty she swallow
She throw it back like it ain't no tomorrow
But she still ain't you so it don't solve my problems
You know I ain't got real love
like we are matches
Yeah she pulling up, she hella fine she ain't a catfish
Shawty walking by like girl my eyes like girl yeah all you see is magic
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