Lyrics

I'ma let my ness hang Take fat chances Federal reserve stacking up rubber bandaid Run through the low got the mother fucking plug dancing Put on baby song got the whole club dancing Real figga they can't fake it they can't take it My bitch extravagant she ain't basic I don't got used to they stay hating Need that money right now I ain't waiting A nigga used to rap and just make up shit Now wake up lit get your cake up bitch She don't look like shit without her makeup dip Bro don't treat you right you should brake up then Get a paint crack the seal drop an eight right here And the son quote prices for crosses I send Niggas mad at me cuz all the bosses are my friends Time to back that shit up for all the talking I did I ain't chasing me a check I'm at the loft with my kids I just bought a six pack of Dum Peep for my fridge Write a book about my life for all the shit that I did Scroll through the Gram double tapping all the bitches I hit I should open up a church for all the chicken I get In the kitchen I'm abuse for all the whipping I did You ain't see me then I'm on a field trip like a kid This shit real I can get a nigga killed for a beat A hoe slammed at the table you ain't see her before Plain these hands cuz my home boy cupping them foes The honey balls in the basement getting me like a girl And we impressing uncle Simon for the niggas who role All my niggas is gangsters tell 'em stick and perrow Lord forbid that we ever get fleek cuz we guns Boy mad 'bout this bitch I'm the nigga she chose I'ma fucking get the head then I'm sending her home I was taught at a young age stick to the code Get it double up buy Gucci shit with pros Word is if you get money it shows Promoter man cuz I can traffic in at the shows Watch you all nock and get it nigga I got it You ain't got enough for it then I'ma spot it Drako got a green bean so I can ducks it All I got to do is say yeah he on popping Even back when I was fucked up I was plying B out with Kelly picking strands like it's Kylie Niggas sick cuz I'm getting 50 for a rocks Let the roof back so you see it good while she talking Niggas throwing salt in the game trying to stop it Sell it tiff your boy foul honey did they lock me Plugged on the craft RP Joffey Need that dwelling 42 MM call it Moxy Young angry nigga drive a four like a hiding She got a pretty face I'm not sure bitch about the body Her friend came first so I left her in lobby Five exhales told me meet me up at Follies Stand up in the billing while I traffic I'm on Calos I can't really vote for these niggas they ain't solid Been here four minutes saw a nigga getting gaining polish Nigga snakes they'd trade their man for a dollar
Writer(s): Phillip Glen Earl Peaks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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