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Shoutout to nicki i just did it on em Who gives a fuck about a hater aint tripping off em And sexy ladies just hitting and leaving hickies on em Biddie make love to her titties and just did it on em Time wont waist Pop fly call it kicking game Boy bang thats to the t like the middle name Long time been playing this like a word smith Yeah I rock these dumb bars slay a herd quick No lying you boys kibble bits to a lion Why try it bumping gums only leaving migraines Slump you and riding hard for that gravy Love to rub parts with ya lady so baby On my G mode At your door check the peep hole And bringing sequels Beating em its like theres cheat codes Mind gone know yall heard of a madman Put the mask on and you my personal lab rat Want the cash fat Quick flips and stash that Money obese no badge say fuck the police Ill leave this game caked up dineros Wit so much zeros You think im sitting on kilos Im unexpected like a gun click jammed it And get ya canned quick Thats stripped clean of a hand print What im going wait for They bust gums no steel My own label still shopping for a deal yall chill Aint no one stopping me mold this game call it pottery Stick it up with a strong arm thats a robbery And a punk strip em butt ass naked In the blistering cold dumb ass shaking your toes aching No patience Blow a hole where his face is Call it basics Of gun slinging going ape shit Ask ya lady im thugged out so eighties And spitting crazy like a buzzed out coke baby Im the handler Thick chick im going handle her She deep throat need two mouths cause the hammer long Insides like a warm pool Ass bent over damn now thats a fool moon yeah A super freak her kitty goodies looking good to eat Tongue her down from her neck down to her little pretty Going ham on her pink thing And they on me Riding hard like theyre henchmen you dig Hating on me and picture goons with metal on you Heads drop thats a blown top with the linen on you And the best out leave undefeated Im what the game it needed On your best day still could never beat me Tripping on this you get your Nicki on say word Screaming on tracks its like a Diddy song Really homes getting it what time is you on Got ya really gone suckers they only steering you wrong Yeah Shoutout to nicki i just did it on em Who gives a fuck about a hater aint tripping off em And sexy ladies just hitting and leaving hickies on em Biddie make love to her titties and just did it on em
Writer(s): Wilbert Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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