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Wilbert Robinson
Songwriter
Songtexte
It's big dinner shit
Homie where my dogs at
Only talk money flips
Dummy you a small smack
With the music thing
Hustle really did it man
So much coke spitting
Think a coke boy slinging here
On the rise
Don't judge it if you don't know me
Put in work
Now chilling with the big homie
Heating up with the bread
Get a bit toasty
Game poached it
Do it like a chick blow me
It's youngworld
Fully on my shit raid
To get paid
Hold whale weight
No fish scales
Like we talking about them bricks man
On top more bricks man
For that cream punk
Get your whole team canned
Fresh out the pen
Do anything for that paper
I going ball
Turn this thing around like the lakers
Fuck a combo
Either way tare that safe up
End up missing
Not the last guy to meet his maker
Feel the heat
That's the shit I'm on
No water leaks in any ship i'm on
I'm dead on
Team full of goons
And ain't none of them weak
Will put you niggas in a permanent sleep
On that concrete
Been the man
Guess i thought yall knew that
If a nigga bark dead it
Then chalking his crew up
Then chucking the deuce up
Even though it don't matter man
When he laying dead in a casket man yeah
Been this hard leave on top
That's your bitch
And she can rock
Leave bite marks all on her lips
Now she call me daddy long dick
Her pussy i'm on it
A few lickings and a long kiss hey
Getting it dude
With the women i been a fool
Chef with the pot
Whipping in the kitchen dude
Got a woman says she good for me
She even cook
Gotta knock her out her boots when she feeling horny
Push a beamer man
Riding in that big body
Your chick top me off
And man her shit sloppy
These dummies been sleeping on me
You think the heat is on me
Got the juice get to beating on em
Can't help it if the chick that bad
Took her from you
Guess that makes yall mad
Well got damn
Could care less
Shit ill do it again
Shorty a ten on her quick
Swimming pooling the chick yeah
Freak body
Eating it till her body weak
Then climb in deep yeah mommy
Putting your ass to sleep
Wake up
She wanna hop on this train ride
After that sucking
Deep throating
Leaving my brains fried
I'm that boy
Better tuck your girl in
That bad like saggy old tits yeah
And try me
Man the prick won't make it
Bring the chopper to your hood
The whole block getting naked yeah
Spasm on em'
Quick to take the cabbage off em
Split his cabbage homie
Gotta get this hammer of me
Otherwise riding dirty man
Gotta keep my hands clean
They playing dress up like drag queens
Told yall its the top i'm on
You childs play
Need to stop i'm grown
And getting it yeah
Take a big shit
Y'all prey i'm the hustler
Wipe and won't forget to flush you
Getting it dude
With the women i been a fool
Chef with the pot
Whipping in the kitchen dude
Got a woman says she good for me
She even cook
Gotta knock her out her boots when she feeling horny
Push a beamer man
Riding in that big body
Your chick top me off
And man her shit sloppy
These dummies been sleeping on me
You think the heat is on me
Got the juice get to beating on em'
Writer(s): Wilbert Robinson
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