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Ohh (rrra) Straight through, I'ma tell you what it is You know it don shit Uh, yeah Don't do no kisses, I don't do romantic Fuck from the back and I slide off her panties Ain't rasied a ho but she callin' me daddy Gangsta lil' bitch, she ain't duckin' no static Up with the glock, bet the fuck nigga panic Just like I'm generous, let niggas have it My niggas dressed in all black like some bandits Fucked on the pussy, that shit was just average Got niggas mad 'cause my life is so epic Try get a bag, get my bitch some Giuseppes Ain't duckin' no smoke, tell that nigga get at me I'ma bad boy, bitch I'm livin' so reckless Hit her with dick, she be sayin' it's epic I told that hoe that I'm not with the extra Knock off his block like it's motherfuckin' Tetris I got some shooters, just make a selection Don't do no kisses and don't do romantic Street nigga, I make a bitch panic Four deep in a two door, six poles, windows let down, he panned it She pull down her panties Gotta wrap my Jimmy, learned that from Granny And, and I don't love none of these hoes No ma'am, I ain't really tryna start no family Better get off the rebound, I ain't playin', I'm a center Pray to God 'cause I know I'm a sinner The big stepper, well known flexer They don't know that I been in block with ya Ain't tryna sound how he sound, no that boy a pretender He down bad 'cause he know I'm a winner Mask goin' on then I'm gone, these niggas be Chicken, all these niggas tender Don't do no kisses, I don't do romantic Fuck from the back and I slide off her panties Ain't rasied a ho but she callin' me daddy Gangsta lil' bitch, she ain't duckin' no static Up with the glock, bet the fuck nigga panic Just like I'm generous, let niggas have it My niggas dressed in all black like some bandits Fucked on the pussy, that shit was just average Got niggas mad 'cause my life is so epic Try get a bag, get my bitch some Giuseppes Ain't duckin' no smoke, tell that nigga get at me I'ma bad boy, bitch I'm livin' so reckless Hit her with dick, she be sayin' it's epic I told that hoe that I'm not with the extra Knock off his block like it's motherfuckin' Tetris I got some shooters, just make a selection Like sorry bae you fell in love with the don You can't have my heart if you can't tote my gun You step on the gram, bitch I step on ya heart 'Cause these niggas be only steppin' on the phone Less naggin', more gaggin', just suck me more She ain't no christian, want Christian Dior When I fuck her then leave she be wantin' me more Run my bag up and go put my bitch on a shore I hit me a good girl and she done turned bad She a Bonnie, I swear that short a rebel now And my mother be tired of fake likin' bitches So she just be wantin' me settled down And it ain't no comparison, ya niggas lame Tell her don't hate the player, hate the game I keep a shooter, got precise aim And I know it's a fuck nigga lyin' on my name Don't do no kisses, I don't do romantic Fuck from the back and I slide off her panties Ain't rasied a ho but she callin' me daddy Gangsta lil' bitch, she ain't duckin' no static Up with the glock, bet the fuck nigga panic Just like I'm generous, let niggas have it My niggas dressed in all black like some bandits Fucked on the pussy, that shit was just average Got niggas mad 'cause my life is so epic Try get a bag, get my bitch some Giuseppes Ain't duckin' no smoke, tell that nigga get at me I'ma bad boy, bitch I'm livin' so reckless Hit her with dic, she be sayin' it's epic I told that hoe that I'm not with the extra Knock off his block like it's motherfuckin' Tetris I got some shooters, just make a selection
Writer(s): Netre Clark, Naujour Lazier Grainger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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