Lyrics

Yea met her outta town paid a visit to the Bay Couple shots of Henny she gone tell you what she think Noticed you a freak i can tell by what you drank I can tell you like the money let me take ya to the bank Smokin on that pressure i be smokin on that stank Im gone keep my racks up i dont want your bitch to faint Car washed up new shine with the paint Boy yo ass stay hatin cause i'm everything you aint Told her bend it over let me see you do your thang Say she like rappers so i fucked her with my chain She a real winner finna fuck me and the gang She dont want me for the money or the motherfucking fame Since i popped off everybody know my name Yea this drip so hard picture bussin out the frame Used to have to rob just to get a little change Yea im hard in the paint like my name Lebron James Yea remember i was broke on the block with a stick Now i got these bad bitches putting slop on my dick Better watch your mouth you get rocked in this bitch Yea i got the rap game on lock in this bitch Told him pull up on me go ahead boy slide He say that he gone kill me but he hasn't even tried Posted in the back smokin gas got me fried If you get to close then you prolly finna die Hoppin out the benz know yo boy to fly They say that they gone ride aint nobody finna ride Bring in hella bread ima split it with the guys If he wanna run up on me shoot em right between the eyes I'm sick of all these games and i'm sick of all these lies I gave you all my trust and you went and hurt my pride Lost all my feelings when my brother up and died I dont care about no ho if my brother by my side Bad lil bitch finna hit her from the back Dont be hatin on me you aint even tryna jack She gone give me head why im smokin on this black Yea she gone give me head to post a picture with my stacks I dont spread lies spittin nothing but them facts Gotta charge a QP just to get me on a track Gotta drop a song just to get another rack You was snitchin on your boys mane you just another rat Yea met her outta town paid a visit to the Bay Couple shots of Henny she gone tell you what she think Noticed you a freak i can tell by what you drank I can tell you like the money let me take ya to the bank Smokin on that pressure i be smokin on that stank Im gone keep my racks up i dont want your bitch to faint Car washed up new shine with the paint Boy yo ass stay hatin cause i'm everything you aint
Writer(s): Martin Bufkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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