Lyrics

Grrt (Lilz produced this beat) (Yeah-yeah) I'm in that new Benz coupe (yeah-yeah), you in that old shit (ha) Suck me on the 'Gram (what?) just like my old bitch (goofy) Oh, you a stripper, ma? (Ha) show me a pole trick (splash) You used to fuck with my friend (what?), don't bring up old shit (don't do it) I'm on the road, bitch (I am), I'm on a winnin' streak (I am) Wanted the ball since I was small, they put me in little league (yeah, yeah) They gon' remember me (yeah), they won't forget (they won't) I tell that ho to roll over (oh), I tell her fetch (yeah, yeah) like she my pet (ha) I'm makin' gang music (gang) Albee for president (the gladiator), that shit got a ring to it (grrt) Look at my campaign (yeah), gang on an airplane (yeah) I left Dubai, I'm in the sky, and I'm drinkin' champagne (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm in that vert with Tayon I take your bitch, you won't find her, I make her feel like Madonna (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Wearin' that Dolce Gabbana, they think real niggas left, had to remind 'em No, we don't fuck with Your Honor (yeah), they gave an L to my partner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) No, we don't fuck with Your Honor (no, no), they gave an L to my (yeah, yeah) Feel like the number one pick Look at my wrist (yeah), feel like it's covered in piss (yeah, bling) Love how she eatin' the dick (ah), look how she double her twist (twist) Love when I choke her, love when she open her mouth and I spit (nasty) Yeah, she honor that shit, ha (ha), yeah, she honor that (yeah, yeah) I'm runnin' off with the light, I think I hear somebody horn blowin' (fry) Heard that there's snakes in my garden, I went and copped me a lawnmower (grrt) I'm on my way to the money, gang with me, so we all goin' (splash) You told me you love me, that shit was fake, how did I fall for it? (I love you, T) Ayy, how could I fall for it? (How?) I had to ball for it (yeah) They told me I'll never make it to the league, I was too small for it (what?) I feel like a small forward (I do), I shot him, he fall forward (grrt) You ain't never walked a nigga down (boom-boom) and he try to crawl for it (baow-baow-baow) I'm in that new Benz coupe (yeah), you in that old shit (you are) Suck me on the 'Gram (ha) just like my old bitch (goofy) Oh, you a stripper, ma? (Ha) show me a pole trick (splash) You used to fuck with my friend (ah), don't bring up old shit (don't do it) I'm on the road, bitch (I am), I'm on a winnin' streak (you see me?) Wanted the ball since I was small, they put me in little league (yeah, yeah, yeah) They gon' remember me (they is), they won't forget (yeah, yeah) I tell that ho to roll over, I tell her fetch like she my pet (ha) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah-yeah Albee for president, that shit got a ring to it
Writer(s): Albert Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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