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OG Parker And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it! Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Post me a pic', finna make me a profit When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic (Why the fuck you in the club when niggas wyling?) I've been lit since brunch, thot shit Order '42 for the table, let's pop shit Missionary or doggy style, I'ma top shit Pussy ass niggas hating on me from the closet, ah Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate 'Cause a bitch spit a whole lot of venom And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me All I see is a whole lotta dinner I walk around the house butt-naked, and I'll stop at every mirror Just to stare at my own posterior I 'on't a give a fuck who talk behind my back 'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, hands on my knees Hoes say they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis He got a girl, but he keep begging to see me I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VV's No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me I gotta be a doctor how I'm ordering CC's Go to your place, no face, no case 99 percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith I remember hoes used to clap for me, happily Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me Acting like they riding, whole time tryna pass me Watching me go through it, still tryna drag me Acting like you winning, if you think about it, actually Are they supporting you, or really just attacking me? I 'on't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (ah) Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, hands on my knees Drinking out the motherfucking bottle on my thot shit Everything I eat goes straight to my pockets 2021, finna graduate college Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic Fucking on a nigga, make him sing on some pop shit I need a real headbanger on some rock shit Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope Got a real hotbox, but a bitch don't smoke (ah) Hot girl but I'm still the coldest, hey I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm Bitch dry hating, tryna get noticed Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis Look, how many bitches lying if saying they bars is better? They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto I'm really talking, but it can really apply to whoever My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or nigga Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up Hoes taking shots but they ain't in my caliber Booked but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar Looking in the mirror like, "Damn, I 'on't brag enough" LV's, double C's, Birkins, I'm working My chain ain't hitting if a bitch ain't hurting Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch One thing I know, two things for certain None of these hoes saying shit to my face And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank And I'ma keep talking all the shit that I want And I doubt one of you hoes come tell me I can't We ain't even speaking if the nigga ain't spending He can't never say that I was one of his women I 'on't even let niggas know where I stay I'll be damned if he think he popping up on this pimping Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, shaking ass on my thot shit Hands on my knees, hands on my knees OG Parker And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it!
Writer(s): Joshua Isaih Parker, Megan J. Pete, Julian Martrel Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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