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(You can ask Bigg Cuz) (Kartier, what you doin' over there?) Shawty know she bad, but she not Ri-Ri Smooth operator, but I'm more like KeKe I chunk up the deuce if she start tweakin' My money turn blue, guess it ain't get freaky My weapon's a loner, know I'm the hardest If this is a challenge, then I have to charge her Fuck 'em lil' haters, don't give me no bargains She lookin' for savin', but I'm not the father Shawty be the baddest, she know it That's why my heart is the coldest I'm never sober, I do the dash when it's open I like my bitches on call, I never hold her She 'bout her bag and it's showin' She smokin' hookah with friends, I never post her She never posted me either It's our lil' secret, still it ain't cheaper to keep her See, I say what I want (yeah), ain't a nigga gon' check me (no) Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't oversteppin' (ain't oversteppin') In my bag, I been flexin' (yeah), please don't reach for this necklace (no) She a baddy fasho, hope she know I'm big jefe Look how I'm steppin' See, I say what I want (yeah), ain't a nigga gon' check me (no) Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't oversteppin' (ain't oversteppin') In my bag, I been flexin' (yeah), please don't reach for this necklace (no) She a baddy fasho, hope she know I'm big jefe Look how I'm steppin' Jaw iced, lookin' like it's a bowl of boogers Fuck her like I love her, but treat her ass like a hooker She saw me at the store, now she thinkin' I'm a cooker Got her askin' me questions like, "Why you got Ziplocs of sugar?" Cut the slab up wit' a scissor kick, got me lookin' like Booker T Got 'em wearin' cowboy hats, so I know that they a son of me I'm a short-ass Mexican, so how the fuck is you still under me? Black and yellow Escalade, flyin' 'round, look like Bumblebee Realtree camouflage on the monster truck, better buckle up I'ma get there and knuckle up, saw his ass, he wasn't thug enough Lookin' like his name's Buttercup, hit his ass with an uppercut Pour a tray in my Chick-fil-A lemonade and watch it bubble up It's Mr. P-A-T with M-O-T I'm shinin' like the back of CDs, I'm goin' OD I'm bangin' on KDC 'til I D-I-E And if you want respect, well, then look me inside the E-Y-E See, I say what I want (yeah), ain't a nigga gon' check me (no) Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't oversteppin' (ain't oversteppin') In my bag, I been flexin' (yeah), please don't reach for this necklace (no) She a baddy fasho, hope she know I'm big jefe Look how I'm steppin' See, I say what I want (yeah), ain't a nigga gon' check me (no) Shawty bad and I want her, hope I ain't oversteppin' (ain't oversteppin') In my bag, I been flexin' (yeah), please don't reach for this necklace (no) She a baddy fasho, hope she know I'm big jefe Look how I'm steppin'
Writer(s): Patrick Terrell Simmons, Virgil R. Gazca, Woodrow Wilson, Logan Duran Jefferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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