Lyrics

You think you popping cuz your new chick Low maintenance? Yeah you cant handle it and I don't have the patience Your stroke was weak na Pacing in the pussy Don't be playing with the pussy They waiting for Junglepussy I was playing with myself Praying for vacation on the top shelf Preying on caucasians Rather rise above than to lay back complacent You think you up next but Bitch I'm adjacent Backs turned on me thats a fact And I've faced it Pregnant with Success Friends don't want you to make it Steady searching for the truth I don't gotta chase it I wish we never met but I cannot erase it Laying in a hammock Live with my Haitians Keep it Caribbean when you Kick it with my crew Keep your bloodclot mouth quiet I do not fuck with you Keep the team on my hip and We stickier than glue My birthday halloween so I'm freakier than you Eating jerk chicken while I'm finessing in the booth We play the same sport I don't smell like you Getting the same cheese I don't melt like you You cute and all but the convos wack What's good with that Ain't cool with that No I cant relax No I cant relapse Lemme bounce back Where my soldiers at With their shoulder back What you looking at No cook crack whip that black girl magic I'm smoking spike lee joints She just gotta have it Everybody wanna be black It's so tragic Everytime I wear clothes I'm stopping traffic Everybody here knows I am the baddest Don't worry where my hair grow Pussy the phattest My nookie my ass tits I'm never average Out the fucking window Your career in a casket I'm a hard pill to swallow Fried chicken got my eyes low These bitches so greasy thats why I don't ever follow Style fuckin' dated like I'm staring at a dino Soaring like a spaceship I'm just faded off the fronto
Writer(s): Shayna Mchayle, Alexander Govenar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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