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Cory Jones
Cory Jones
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Quartez Taylor
Quartez Taylor
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She gone do what I tell her White bitch she vanilla I love my pretty brown bitches Yea I do her like stella Got her grove like stella White bitch coachella Put the coke up her nose She gone fuck, hugh hefner My bitch a go getter Yea she a go getter And when I'm in it She just get more wetter And I'm just getting more cheddar Yea im getting to the knots Yea i had to check the clock So i had to make the shot Curly pulled up in the drop Bitch is a lock to come give me top on the drop of a dime All my bitches fine These niggas lying the saying they fucking with me These niggas they dying they saying the fucking with me I just pull up beamer truck I be scheming brah We dont give a fuck I'm a leave him stuck Forty to his gut Nigga what it is up Nigga what the fuck Come and get you some nigga I can see hate through my frames No we do not play no games Pretty I beat out the frame All these niggas the lame I do my dance on the stage She do her dance on the D Know these niggas dont rock with me So I got to keep the glock with me Got the forty tucked in my sock with me lil nigga I know you see that im hot I know you see that im up Sipping that shit out the cup Baby don't drip on the rug I know you see that I'm on I know you see that I'm paid Get this shit off in a day Girl get the fuck out my face I know you see that im hot I know you see that im up Sipping that shit out the cup Baby don't drip on the rug I know you see that I'm on I know you see that I'm paid Get this shit off in a day Girl get the fuck out my face On a dark road I took the back street Got dirty cloths but glock clean I Hit dead end hard to back-in Um the next to blow like the pack in Need blue hunnids I never grew wit it Thank the camera froze but I move different In it long term no basic Um wit the same people that I ate wit Came along way um at base wit it No phone calls um at yo face wit it If the business right I ain't addressin shit I took a few loses just to get back Repping GOG LIKE A STARTER CAP We gone build together we ain't goin back Ya I knew the risk But I took the risk Ain't reaching out No point attended Only 1 shoot like my gun was empty Ain't going back to many bad memories Need a couple bands to do a feature wit me Tryna chase the bag I got a few incentives For that birkin bag niggahs will kill ya Gotta have heart better keep breathin I can't hang around cus I found reason Got a bad hoes but want new cleavage If I die tomorrow the streets still wit me I been DaDon and the hoes Dig me Know where to go I'm a firm believer Never act surprise Dey was neva wit me They a groupie quite stayed in the bleacher That's 205 sitting on the meter That's a hell cat run like a cheetah Smoking good gas runnin off of diesel I know you see that I'm hot I know you see that I'm up Sipping that shit out the cup Baby don't drip on the rug I know you see that I'm on I know you see that I'm paid Get this shit off in a day Girl get the fuck out my face I know you see that im hot I know you see that im up Sipping that shit out the cup Baby don't drip on the rug I know you see that I'm on I know you see that I'm paid Get this shit off in a day Girl get the fuck out my face
Writer(s): Samuel Buonaugurio, Tyler Ochs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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