Lyrics:
and dick
Whatever she get to eat I get
She even wake up early and make grits
Last time I sent her off she threw a fit
She say she really getting tired of my
the man
Gettin' money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
'Member she ain't want
An enormous ass, don’t impress me
Bitch I'm not, Stevie J
She can’t be my, Joseline
Bitch I'm not, Kanye
She can’t be my, Kim K
The only thing she can be, is
"Karma came back, I had to get mine" (I had to)
I hit the cell by myself, really sick now
But this what it is when you the opposite of (6ix9ine)
A month
and keep on movin'
Look
Uh, Angie was thirteen and pregnant by this nigga
That she fell in love with at this party she attended
She was drunk, she admits it
Let me ask yo
Ass some questions
If the police find you
Are you gone tell
Them that I'm reckless
Boy I'm on they list so you
Bet not get to tellin
the president, but I'm really not the fed
See, that's why I'm really goin' fed
Nigga, I'm fuckin' fed up
Paco livin' wet, cause they gettin' real buff
Down
bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really
know she gon' flirt
You don't hold the Glock, then you ain't gettin' no purse
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin? (Fuck)
I fucked the first
the air and that blunt really fat
Walk by a nigga I grab on that ass
Go hit these plays then I go hit the dash
And you call me daddy
But I’m not your dad
handlin'."
AZ:
Check it, this one Jamaican wasn't fakin' wit the bacon
Cuz ever since him, she was on if I'm not mistaken
But then again, this money gettin
so fast, I just done got the hiccups (hic, hic, hic)
Took her shoppin', she think I'm the shoe plug
Come back from the dead, I feel like Frankenstein
and these niggas not beatin' me
Aye, I'm scared to trust you, I'm scared you'll trick me
I done drive by in a foreign car but they're still tryna eat me
Draggin' her wagon knowin' fellas be flaggin' and frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear and hair dope
And some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her
Draggin' her wagon knowin' fellas be flaggin' and frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear and hair dope
And some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her
off ,she breakin' niggas off by long
Hold up wait a minute here's the deal
HO's shakin' ass just to pay the bills
Keepin' it crunk, movin'
bite my hand
Logic over emotion, without that motion, you are not a man
Baby say she love me, I know she's a liar, I just had to try her
I don't even
Egyptian gypsies
No hands and, now I'm gettin' dizzy
She throw it back like I'm in the sixties
Got sex on my mind, and nah; I ain't even tipsy
Uh; but I
dont want you to start tripin' off of shit that
I dont even know but Im not even tripin' off that shit anymore phillip
So you need to stop gettin' mad
at St. Lukes
I jumps on the Van Wyck
I gotta make it there quick
A yo , this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinking about the po nine
I'm doing
ain't hit it And step not
To consider the Rep Heck! I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
'Cause I'm Naughty by Nature not 'cause I hate cha!
on the road
On the road you alone im alone
Probably not the one you wanna be With
Im gone now got you thinkin im out Cheatin
Gettin fucked up, tired
draggin' this bitch by her fuckin' hair
You're jammin' and crammin' her into the station wagon
She talkin' about that blow, but she gaggin' Her deep throat
Allow it, I'll clean up the sick
Why have another sip if you can't even handle it?
Lightweights, I really can't stand 'em
Stay away 'cause I'll do
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