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(Yarri) (Zkup) Uh, uh Rental car with a bad bitch, bustin' down this brick Cuh, we gon' do the Hokey Pokey when that sack hit On my mama, dog made a million off that black bitch Steppin' on his neck with these Gucci's out of Saks Fifth Main course in Tampa, Florida, order salmon with the collard She Instagram famous from suckin' dick for lines of powder Tax a nigga, say it's Runtz, on the low, it's really Sour Million-dollar babies, bitch, you better gargle 'fore you swallow Cuh served a nigga 50 P's, but it's rabbit food Capping'-ass nigga, get out the streets, should've sat in school Doctor-shopping' shorty, servin' D's, and I'm sellin' blues Told him it was 'za, but I served jit Gorilla Glue Woah, woah, woah, woah, Golden, you know you wrong for that Lil' boy, get off my dick, I got hoes for that I don't tuck my blick in my pants, I got rolls for that Nigga ran off with my favorite baby mama, went and stole her back Drivin' to the nearest projects, I need some wicks Fucked around and let a stripper ride my face, I need some Vicks Fat fresh nigga, lift my belly, suck my dick Listen, baby, I ain't no trick, you fuck me good, I pay your rent Ayy ran off with the nigga baby mama, don't try to hold me back I just want to fuck her a few times, I'ma give her back Golden really ballin' on these niggas, let's go rack for rack Cookin' dope and bustin' down these P's, tryna get a sack Florida boy got a red bitch inside this Lamborghini I only fucked this bitch one time, and she still fiending? Golden really upper than a bitch, but I'm still scheming Big stick hangin' off my waist, it got a nigga leaning Got a cougar bitch out there in Brandon, told her sex me up My girl text me and told me no more donuts, she wanna stress me, huh? That pussy ain't worth no bundles, go get a messy bun Told Sookie I was Rod Wave and she let me fuck Damn, that's so crazy, I got a bad red bitch in Tampa Golden, he the first sack to drop, I gave unc' a sample Skrr-rrt, shittin' on these niggas, Golden need a Pamper Cuh go get my sack back from that nigga, that's too much to handle No, if he fuck up the sack, grrat-dat My girl be goin' through my phone, text me on Snapchat You know them crackers be listening, hit me on WhatsApp I showed that nigga a hundred P's, he said, "What's that?" Skrr-rrt pulled up in that Bentley, I got the sauce, nigga Heavy motion, I can give a job to your boss, nigga Frrt
Writer(s): Zachary Kupiec, Roderick A Golden Jr, Shane C Berry, Keanen Self Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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