Ain't Thinking Bout Her

I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and its [?] Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on What the fuck is wrong with this lil bitch, she won't leave me lone Keep texting my phone, she like baby why you do me wrong? She's a doggy bitch i'm not the owner but gave her a bone She just want me cuz she heard my name ring like a telephone Bitch im in ya house, in ya house Like i was jerome If you run your mouth, we'll turn your crib to a haunted home I don't got no spouse, i just met her fucked her on the couch I be cashing out, and these louis shoes not coming out I like your dress but take it off Thick, rich, white hoes in my house Got a jar of molly from a homie, and i passed them out I can't think about these hoes, like my mind broke That hoe tried to take me out for dinner, i didn't even go I always eat on the go, point me to the door We find out you holding paraphernalia we gone' kick your door Yo bitch she was on my dick, so i put it on her lip Nine Eleven with extended clips, too big for my hip I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and its [?] Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on I remember i was selling salt, i didn't have no coke I remember i was in that cold i didn't have a coat I Hit it with the soda watch it float like a sail boat It always leave an odor in my house, you can smell dope My old school is classical, its classic like a shell toe And you ain't gotta say you going broke i can tell though Be sure your what we about, we'll teach you bout running your mouth Chrome lips they poking out, they kiss bitches right in the mouth Everytime these hoes run through my house, they always get lost They rappers faking the game, i already figured them out Hit the mall and then start cashing out, forget what about If he ain't talking about no guop, im not hearing him out V12 vetral V8, and this motherfucker so fast i can't keep the wheel straight I fuck bitches everyday, i went to sleep last night with a bitch woke up to a new face I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone Selling dubs and sawbucks out this bag and its [?] Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on