Lyrics

I heard this bitches were looking for a whole me That's show niggas, but thats wasn't what he told me He hit my phone, gonna try to get the Number He hit my body so he could blow back on me I ion fuck with hoes cause they're phonie I don't beef for bitches that's the below me I am done talking girl,you gon have to show me This weak ass hoes wishing they could call me(call me) I know this weak ass hoes be wishing they could call me (call me) I know this weak ass hoes be wishing they could call me(call me) One Quick Doug bitch If you wan smoke is up bitch Got a problem be direct and don serve bitch Let it all off your chest and choose safe bitch In my City they all know, I'm that bitch now This nigga siting is getting me hard, put your dick there This nigga is all up on my phone,they tryna get down This nigga got a whole wife and kids about to sit down They all fuckin bitch that's my whole baby But everytime i want the dick to show up heavy He's probably got a friend I know you can grab it Said pack of villains when he's own he could stab it I might drop a cup as to make my ass bigger Oh my mind get a piece of fuckin cold,my heart shiver I could handle no ties to nothing ass nigga He knows he can can tell me shit Cause he knows my bag bigger(bigger) I better sly with the slit I need course slittiin the guy pull up I like em thick,I wil whip em all like I take it back I like them bitches cause y'all don't slacks Matter of fact, they keep the bitch cause I don't know how to act He's lyin We saw him pushi nigga in the back im dying I want a bitch that think I'm a king for that Suwan I'll be a bitch who gon snatch all the sex You wanna bag on me Spill it up and put that tag on me Ion get fucked to clocked I thought you knew it I put the sauce on bitch oh yeah before we cook it up They tell me I'm broke until after few years till we turn it up I've put the goals on my neck and get you neck fuck Bitches call me mongers in front of my son I bet they pay them to do it I'm your big homie honey You say you like the way I move and they stick on me Callin Getting in him back so that's like I'm kinding Living like a bitch, calling me Bitch may be he's insecure don even try even try He's trying to get me mad until the Uh I think he's takin it too far Bitch hey He's on the track Put your ass on he's on the track Matter of fact, can't take the nigga back Are you okay so stop playing Fuckin that Hey I hear he's not reasoning it Put it out my clothes in the seasoning I heard this bitches were lookin for the whole me That's your nigga, but that' wasn't what he told me He hit my phone tryin to get the number Sent me mail to my number so he could blow back on me I don't fuck with whores because they' funny I don't beef with bitches that's below me I am done talking girl you gon have to show me I know this weak ass hoes be wishing they could call me (call me) I know this weak ass hoes be wishing they could call me (call me) I know this weak ass hoes be wishing they could call me (call me)
Writer(s): Lakayla Rayshon Gathron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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