Lyrics

Aye, yeah, aye And I don't got no fuckin' haters Told that bitch she gotta go I'm just here to make the paper Get the bag and then I'll go I just pull up with the choppa No Harley, yo' head gon' splat On the pavement, I'm pavin' A road to get up on the map And I don't got no fuckin' haters Told that bitch she gotta go I'm just here to make the paper Get the bag and then I'll go I just pull up with the choppa No Harley, yo' head gon' splat On the pavement, I'm pavin' A road to get up on the map Listen bitch, if you think that you was gonna play my shit Know this rappin' that I'm doing, one day gonna make me rich And if right now you've just bent over I might kick you out the crib 'Cause I ain't fuckin' with no thot bitch, only loyal hoes I want 'Cause yo' girl she stay with you for two years, who she givin' top? Aye, yuh Sorry, I didn't mean to take yo' bitch Maybe if you learn to rap, or get some ice up on yo' wrist 'Cause your girl is hella basic, she just want some fire dick She just want some triple digits every time she fuckin' blinks She just want to stay at home and get fucked up with fancy drinks Well bitch I'm sorry, I'm gon' have to call the thot police Sayin' on your what you thought? bitch, please No this ain't no shock, lil' B And I don't got no fuckin' haters Told that bitch she gotta go I'm just here to make the paper Get the bag and then I'll go I just pull up with the choppa No Harley, yo' head gon' splat On the pavement, I'm pavin' A road to get up on the map And I don't got no fuckin' haters Told that bitch she gotta go I'm just here to make the paper Get the bag and then I'll go I just pull up with the choppa No Harley, yo' head gon' splat On the pavement, I'm pavin' A road to get up on the map Aye, sorry, I know you bitches want me But I ain't fuck with no hoes So please just get up off me Aye, sorry, I know you bitches want me But I ain't fuck with no hoes So please just get up off me
Writer(s): Miles Splaver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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