Lyrics:
niggas fuck with me?
Now add em up
You say that you love him
I know that you love me
Please don't play no games girl cause this shit can get ugly
Now add
I got a hip shakin' mama
I swear she suits me to a Tee
Oh, I got a hip shakin' mama
I swear she suits me to a Tee
Well, you know she can stay
every rhyme by the light of your bad times (Grow up)
Yes, I do need some change, but I don't need your dime (Keep your ass)
Bitch go bye, can't fuck with
She was a big boned gal
From southern alberta
You just couldn't call her small
And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for
She was a big boned gal
From southern alberta
You just couldn't call her small
And you can bet every saturday night
She'd be heading for
all my hoes shakin shakin dat ass
Popping a bottle she doing da dash
Twerkin it, Twerkin It, Twerkin It fast
Don't stop, Won't Stop, Can't enough
forgive
Will God forgive me
For turning an angel to an idol
God forgive me
(God can't help me)
She's holy
Heavens last apostle
Her words ring like gospel
It was a party night, everybody was breakin'
The highs were screamin' and the bass was shakin'
And it won't be long till everybody knows when that
The faithful now rejoice
May we as true apostles
Your holy church defend
And by your parting promise
Be with us to the end
For Barnabas we praise you
Appointed
The faithful now rejoice
May we as true apostles
Your holy church defend
And by your parting promise
Be with us to the end
For Barnabas we praise you
Appointed
a money machine
She get money she's a money machine
He flip money like a money machine
Count money count money add money count money count (Money Machine)
She's in bed with the boys and the FBI
Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their
a while, or we can get ratchet (Aye)
If we get to cuttin' babygirl Imma hatchet (Aye)
Yeah I look sharp, if she dark, Imma have it (Aye)
Throw that ass back,
Tie-dyed eyes from the blunt smoke
Straight ass lines, supermodel
She just can't keep her eyes closed
So we dance, spin the bottle
I pull up, off
all by yourself
It don't add up at all, story that you telling it be false
Bad mon that's me make me look one (Bad mon Jamaican mon)
Feels like a movie
dis
All dem niggas she done fucked round with
Can't fuck with them niggas ain't talking bout shit
My bitch don't hang with no clique
She move by herself
she done **** round with
Can't **** with them **** ain't talking bout ****
My **** don't hang with no clique
She move by herself and she be bout her
All up on my wrist, watch
Filming it like it’s a Tiktok
Sayin that I’m gonna get WAP
Shakin it until I get off
She comin all up on my wrist, watch
to tell 'em that this life ain't for everyone
Your father can't believe that all my roster under 21
Back in 2015 them bitches used to laugh at us
Add
for sure cause I can tell how she fly
She got me hyper, want to bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
Hoes shakin ass like a real freak
Tryin
Fresh as hell in the club, brought my own weed
She like my cologne, that's OG
Shawty shakin' ass, she O.D
Go and get your own, baby girl, brought my
another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)
She got them thunder thighs
I'm just tryna get struck by some
in the SUV
ADD takes over me
Cruise control, reins full power
So the dolls can play with nose powder
Pull up to another dinner party
Hosted by
in the SUV
ADD takes over me
Cruise control, reins full power
So the dolls can play with nose powder
Pull up to another dinner party
Hosted by
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