Lyrics:
than dope I hope the limo's got tints
Now honey, you see this may sound profound
But let me love you down
And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown
All
don't see me coming down
Specially when I got it by the pound
I might get a lil low but I'll never hit the ground
I got the whole damn world tryna jock my
And just to get it, whether not I'm gon' spend it
Oh, yeah, all this money on her (all this money on her)
With an ass so fat like that
I'ma spend this
twerkin' some
Goin' round and round this bitch
Yeah baby fuck it up
I'm tryna fog the windows up
Like we hoppin' out the tub
Damn shorty ass fat
That's how I
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
we can go hide
Knowin' that ma' boys goin' have my back
Only at the southside girl, gotchu in tha hood
(got me in tha hood)
Southside, but it's
bitch
Ass so fat, Issa donk on her back
Yeah
I'm looking for a fuckin rich guy
A muthafucka that's a good time
Already yeah i'ma good wife
But I know it
and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin' down
You may find yourself going underground
When they see that this life is upon us
We would see
ain't got no butt
Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed
'Cause I see this sucker checkin' me, while I'm checkin' the mix
So I walk over
my phone back, I ain't know what to say
Ask the kids for visits, they mamas never did it like I'm the one who be playin'
See, brodie, that was my
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
and sinners
Put my mask on and you know I'ma get them
Don't care where they at to, allah I'ma send them
Pick your man up, he got hit with that fat shit dumping
The Rolls Royce smothered in cashmere
A mean rookie
I'm seeing pussy like it's a pat smear
My last chick damn new nigga a dweeb
He couldn't see me like
have an orgy y'all
Let's see y'all
I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba
Stop if ya guard extra-large
Better keep my guns tight
have an orgy y'all
Let's see y'all
I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba
Stop if ya guard extra-large
Better keep my guns tight
I'ma use it
You got a Drac, you better go use it
Im finna spazz, C slide me the K
Niggas got mo cap then top rope ray
I walk in the room and I don't say
think I want you right away
See, I'm only eighteen
These groupies they just want to sue me
Push my whoopty
Act like they don't spend my dooky
And I could
a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she'll blow you away like a dandelion
Before they cross me, they'll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
goin', yeah
But I got it on my own, so I'd rather die alone
Yeah, who put this shit together? I put this shit together
I'ma wear all my chains like
I'm right here (ayy)
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause
Uh, yeah
Ha-ha-ha, ha, uh
I said chillin' in my tipi, no Indian but he be
The realest shit, I must admit, I'm baskin' in my feces
My style is
I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin' on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames
ah hit you
How the fuck you goin’ act when that fat shit hit you
Big 223’s or we 556 you
Walk down with a drac or the slide by get you
Imma let
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