Lyrics

Every time we link, it be sneaky All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly I could tell she goin' by how she greet me Your baby daddy pussy, he ain't on nothin' If he was in the spot, I'd make him store run Say you gettin' money, nigga, show somethin' Since everybody love him, let's see who post him Boogers in the chain, yeah, it's snot (mm-mm) I spend real estate funds on a watch (mm-mm) I'm on G Block, pussy, where it's hot (mm-mm) Nigga jumped inside my car, and he got popped (mm-mm) Don't be playin', all that teasin' got me rock (mm-mm) Girl, you're movin' way more wocky than my Wock' (mm-mm) I wear Nikе Tech 'cause I don't like to shop (mm-mm) Got her titties done, now, she don't wear no bra (mm-mm) Turn your phone off when you get inside my car (mm-mm) Have some etiquette, lil' bitch, you with a star (mm-mm) Head so good, she could eat ice cream with a straw (mm-mm) I'm too fertile to be goin' in you raw (mm-mm) When we're fuckin', we get stuck 'cause I'm a dog (mm-mm) If your ex call one more time, I'm gettin' him robbed (mm-mm) I write raps and give out smoke like it's my job (mm-mm) All these hoes past burned, they damn near charred (mm-mm) Every time we link (link), it be sneaky (it be sneaky) All my hoes clean (clean), niggas squeaky (niggas squeaky) Buy her new Chanel (yeah), I'm talkin' weekly (I'm talkin' weekly) I could tell she goin' (goin') by how she greet me (by how she greet me) Your baby daddy pussy (pussy), he ain't on nothin' (he ain't on nothin') If he was in the spot (yeah), I'd make him store run (make him store run) Say you gettin' money (pussy), nigga, show somethin' (yeah) Since everybody love him (21), let's see who post him (21, 21) I'm a pimp, but I ain't walkin' with no cane (mm-mm) GIAs, they didn't come from Johnny Dang (mm-mm) Seven figures on a watch and that shit plain (mm-mm) Stones in my ears, colder than Jermaine (mm-mm) If he buckin', then, we beat him out his chain (mm-mm) Fuck it, put a K behind the shit he claim (mm-mm) We're just fuckin', bitch, you know you ain't my main (mm-mm) I'm disappointed you gave pussy to a lame (mm-mm) Like a small forward, I be in the cut (mm-mm) Where his hood at, we'll shoot it up (mm-mm) She from the trenches, so she play a lil' rough (mm-mm) I bend her over, then, I show who really tough (mm-mm) I call the switch "Flip Mode" when it bust (mm-mm) Put his ass in a spliff, now he dust (mm-mm) I told her, "Meet me at the spot, I'm in a rush" (mm-mm) She butt naked with a trench on and her clutch (mm-mm) Every time we link (link), it be sneaky (it be sneaky) All my hoes clean (clean), niggas squeaky (niggas squeaky) Buy her new Chanel (yeah), I'm talkin' weekly (I'm talkin' weekly) I could tell she goin' (goin') by how she greet me (by how she greet me) Your baby daddy pussy (pussy), he ain't on nothin' (he ain't on nothin') If he was in the spot (yeah), I'd make him store run (make him store run) Say you gettin' money (pussy), nigga, show somethin' (yeah) Since everybody love him (21), let's see who post him (21, 21)
Writer(s): Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Edward Cooper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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