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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Mantomi Carter-Cole
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I'm chilling in my crocs sipping wock
Tryna ride a **** wave just stop
Like a bubble her pussy gon pop
She just praying that the love don't stop
Got block on hot
Got guap got chops
Got stocks n mops
Got za come shop
Fucked the bih cause she called me handsome
If he go against the gang we bag him
She got cheeks like her first name Sandy
Ima savage but my name ain't Randy
My flow too sweet like candy
Beat the pussy it's bruised it damaged
Now n later on yo grind you slacking
Get a script cause these boys be acting
Get a script cause I'm tryna pour activist
You jus mad you don't rap like this
****
Fuck is you talking
Ain't bout paper, then it's non sense
I'm in the O tryna work my magic
This lil bih just want my Johnson
I'm jus on some different shit
Some of my **** went legit
But they'll still hit that lick
That's no cap that's real shit
Told my gang I'm on my grind and I ain't stopping till I'm lit
Put a red dot on his mind and then I popped it like a zit
How I'm popping up like this
Cause I been working since like 6
Ain't talking bout the time of day
Since a jitt I been legit
Type of shit make a bitch
Been it over do a split
Loose lips
Do ya ass like Ocean gate you gon be missed
If he acting like a bitch can't call ya bro I call ya sis
I ain't gotta take the shot shit I'm cool with the assist
Like ball ****
I show love to all ****
Ain't no hate up in my heart
Shit I'm tryna ball with ya
Stack figures
His money fake he cat fishing
If you blind can't fuck with ya
Cause how the hell you lack vision
Check the score my stats different
****
Fuck you talking bout
Ain't bout paper, then it's non sense
I'm in the O tryna work my magic
This lil bih just want my Johnson
She know that I ball like Spaulding
She want me to be her sponsor
Yeah
Written by: Mantomi Carter-Cole