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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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