Letra

Burn me out the plastic yeah I want it all the smoke Niggaz say they waiting for me when I show up they choke Scared is shit eyes big like they high up off the coke New Jack city shit pookie beamed you one up for sure Bitches always talking bout how they one of one I'll cancel that bitch and go and buy another one We don't chase we replace em that's what I call a hit and run I put a timer on you hoes When it ring it means you done Yeah you hoes time up Thirsty cause you saw me in that cranberry Benz truck Black and red interior call that shit acid reflux Get these hating niggas all some tums before they throw up Call latto up Tell her Dc in this bitch and we gon squad it up I sent the private jet to ATL to pick her up To show these hating mufuckas how we run it up I then done it all I feel like B.I.G Laughing to the bank dressed in Versace Ask The Homie Khalid i been a major key And my city love me shout out to dc I then done it all I feel like B.I.G Laughing to the bank dressed in Versace Black shades on Kool Moe DEE 5 in tha morning I'm nonchalant G I don't know what y'all been told Still spending money from 04 Bang back again!
Writer(s): Iran Paylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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