Lyrics:
Ballin' hard, you can check my finger roll
I'm a rich nigga, you can check my meat roll
(Lil Llári) like I kick it karate
My bitch like baby the baddest
I
like a marathon
Lil' G's tryna creep on the East with it
Talkin' 'bout they gon' get my chain and they gon' leave with it
But they don't know once
the click! whooooo
[Verse One: Lil' Kim ]
Blessed by the God so I be the Earths
Queen Bee Bitch Poppa keep my rich
In gun tottin' keep floatin' in
I just dirtied up my kicks
This is just an analogy if I was gonna go and switch
I think that I'm just too sweet
I let anything go by
At first you told
the green I'm out
Give me 20 racks for my show and I’m a scream and shout
CHIRUS
Lick my pu**y Lick my pu**y
eat my a** eat my a**
You ain’t got no dollas
way love affair like I'm lil boosie
Lick lick on this lollipop, I'm lil tunechi
My uncle pulled up on me he was riding in a two seat
Droolin
you
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
the air fuck it I don't care
50 for the ear rings that's 100 for a pair
Versace on my ass 2 bands for my underwear
Foreign cars foreign broads baller
My mud momma
You ask her who I am
cnd She gone say my son
(Her son)
I only take my main bitch serious
My other hoes for fun
(For fun)
In
Shorts covered up with lil' hearts
Her partner got 'em laced
Cut right below the waist
You can tell they got taste by they ensemble
One like to salsa,
I been getting bread,
Now it’s time for me to butter some
Soso stunner on a motherfucking ‘nother one
Had to ask my mama if she think her son
I'm not sleepin' on ya mama never gonna Snooze
Saint Laurent and Jimmy Choo's cop designer By the two's
My lil' girl she cute, she my lil' Kurrueche ahh
around my neck
I feel like Michael Phelps
Was in the hole for thirty days
It made me fight myself
You know these hoes got dirty ways
That's why I like
you know that I get busy, I got fire ass KDs
You can get them for the 50s, niggas tellin' on they mans
My mistake, them as lil' Mickey
I'm off a four,
dance like a muhfucking dance machine
Taking her ass to the beat for me
Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil bit
But I really love that shit, I
Yeah, I got the range of a
From nine hundred yards by the
Grass I been walkin'
See, so don't think I don't
See you dudes creepin' reaching for my spot
a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
by the code
Lately everyday Gucci
Stop being a goofy
'For my sister
Come tuck your ass like a loosie
She wanna fix your fade
Like Boosie's
Uppercuts
like the Hangover
Aint no tiger in the room, tiger on the Gucci
All this ice I be skating, Christy Yamagucci
Imma set this bitch off like i'm Lil Boosie
wanted for a homicide
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck with me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See, I don't give a fuck, 'cause I
My initials be two C
I put her in two C
Sing to yo bitch I feel like i'm Toosi
She wipe me down I feel like I'm Boosie
This is a two seat, no space for
million, half a million, really insane
Fuckin' up guts, wifin' up sluts
This my time of the year, lil' bruh
I don't hang around with them niggas, they
that's the shit we livin' for
All the opps done ducked the smoke, cause we come visit at your door
I'm flexin' 40, comin' at your door and knock it
Lil
I'm sayin', I finally found the right girl for me
I'm sayin' you, you my nigga dog
So you ain't gotta worry bout Lil' Mama comin' between we dude
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