Letra

Ay man I heard a couple niggas 'round here. Who said they don't like me man And I got a couple niggas 'round here brah... Who owe me a lil' paper Niggas ain't answerin' they phones no mo'... I ain't gon' pull the yappa bra I'ma tell you how I'mma handle this here man. Nigga owe me some money... he ain't gotta pay me Got somethin' for you fuck niggas who playa hatin' Nigga claiming he don't like me. but it's all gravy Keep playin' wit me and I'mma fuck ya ol' lady Make yo bitch leave home and don't come back Sit her down in that chevy and change her whole life Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice And take her back to the crib. And fuck her on fifty stacks... Fo' you play with me dawg, you betta get it right I'm telling you straight up homie, I'm playin' real trife Walk up straight in the club nigga... wit yo wife And make her dance in front of me while I drink yak And let her and her homegirls rock all night And just to piss you off, Ima let her throw a stack And everytime you see her. I'ma dress her in something tight. And when you start to miss her I'ma make you buy a bite And let her push the whip while I sit in the back And make yo ho sleep naked wit me all night And put hickies all over her nigga. cause thats what she likes Keep playing with me nigga and I'll fuck up ya WHOLE life Nigga owe me some money... he ain't gotta pay me Got somethin' for you fuck niggas who playa hatin' Nigga claiming he don't like me. but it's all gravy Keep playin' wit me and I'mma fuck ya ol' lady I don't want ya side ho... nigga I want ya main bitch The one you call babe, the one you in love with Make yo ho.pack yo shit And make her call you right now and tell you it's over with Before she hang up the phone She gon' tell you she Plies bitch And when you call her back, have her number switched And I'mma fuck her everyday until I get her thick And make her put my name on her nails and shit And keep her hair did for her and full of dick I might move her out the hood, nigga, just to pick I know how to make you niggas lose weight real quick And have you walking 'round this bitch looking real sick I'll have you ass embarrassed, hanging around your own clique I'ma make you call me nigga and say "Plies I quit!" I'ma tell you I'm countin' money, so I'll hit you back jit And hang right up the phone and lay on yo bitch Nigga owe me some money... he ain't gotta pay me Got somethin' for you fuck niggas who playa hatin' Nigga claiming he don't like me. but it's all gravy Keep playin' wit me and I'mma fuck ya ol' lady
Writer(s): Algernod Lanier Washington, Ronell Lawrence Levatte, Brandon Crear, Alexander Stephen Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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