Lyrics

Red hat black chucks black 501's on That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch I'm flyin' in a different city every night Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life Breaking down the weed I'm 'bout to make a plane A hundred niggas with me all reppin' Taylor Gang Yeaaahahhhh bitch Okaaayyyy Yeaah Yup Lot of niggas fake but me I give these hoes faith Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste Out of this world need my own space Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break Big heat will turn your body to a cold case She don't even make it rain she just throw me face Got some niggas quick to bang like they Major Payne Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same Yeaaaaahhhhh bitch If you see em point em out If you see em point em out There's a bad bitch in here And you see her point her out There's a bad bitch in here And you see her point her out Yeeeaaahh yupp You show up to concerts looking like a fan I pull up in car service looking like the man Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican I don't talk much too many niggas hatin Buy the boutique that's my type of conversation I dropped a little change on these hater frames Took her car keys and let her play Dwayne Lil bitch, now go on and pick that money up Not cus I said so, cus you want to
Writer(s): Paul D. Beauregard, Lexus Arnel Lewis, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Orville Erwin Hall, Phillip Glen Price, Jordan Michael Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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