Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilbert T Robinson
Wilbert T Robinson
Songwriter

Songtexte

Want the big cash Homie been about my business If you hating suckers heres a stick You can kiss this Doing big things moves to make Yeah i been sick Cross me and get your wings clipped Im the shit man you wack When you rap the thing sound boring The shit is annoying Its like a fat guy snoring Spit it its sick and got that coke That boy castro Kicks been had those Now some say that im a asshole Freaks in dogging em In her mouth while she gargling Would think she starved The way she eats me and she swallows it Conceited dude And your girl deep cocking her Only thing stopping her Leaving you because im not for it Getting big chips Like that pussy yeah im in this The Way this kid spit Aint taking much here just to win this Really doing it starving Label me the champ Foes we ridding em fast Its like im dealing wit a tramp damn A wanted man Looking for a couple hundred grand At the least Replace your father as your mothers man Gotta have it damn Cant kick the habit Dress to impress your main chick Give her mad dick World wit they chick Its like they all know me They wanna hold me console me Body parts you get to groping Why these suckers really hate it man Make this thing jump Mash potatoes with the gravy man yeah Get you home cooked Your whole squad all cooked Want my spot now boy Your lives took all puss Recommend you keep it moving Dont start damage tissue Leave that ass left with stretch marks Am the real deal Homie you can never see me Thought i told you This sweet like honey where them bees be Boy winning now And getting it this a three peat Butter pecan thing Do her like her name was kiki Really getting dude, big gripping dude Gripped wit a tool To knock em off they pedi stool The Incredibles Whole family eats and want bout several Loads of cash Been pumping hard big testicles Don't get it misconstrued Some say im known as a nice guy listen Touch my bread Get you rocked like a white stripe Got that soft white Pick dog fights with large pipes And its on sight Ball like kobe on a off night So im getting in Going hard like its pill popping The best here Still searching for deal options If selling that hard Keep going until my backs pealed Aint going back Man i be damned if i get booked for a crack sale So spit hard look dog Aint a dude i aint better than Slugs that i spit cuz Itll tare through a elephant Thats real talk Wont see me coming like sleep farts When the beef is on Sp this thing like beans on A monster cant be stopped Somebody put a leash on em Kid so hot They need a whole nother league for him Not done yet me and your girl We having dumb sex Its love fest Like im handing out lunch checks Playground bully street smart Game played like def com Play it safe and like a rug you get stepped on This thing like a shorty just slipped e If that really was the case Her toes curl like its shook feet Man im back at it Creeps serve em like crack addicts Mad dashing Want more rocks than the grand canyon on the wrist And running this Like im dealing with a case Because im banging a prick out Talking nuts in your face Am the real deal Homie you can never see me Thought i told you This sweet like honey where them bees be Boy winning now And getting it this a three peat Butter pecan thing Do her like her name was kiki Really getting dude, big gripping dude Gripped wit a tool To knock em off they pedi stool The Incredibles Whole family eats and want bout several Loads of cash Been pumping hard big testicles
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