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(Tay Keith, Fuck these niggas up) Where you've been? how you doing? How you living nigga where your friends? All my friends, they dead and gone They green like celery I can't buy no ring, man fuck hoes Just stay celibate (Nah for real been on this shit baby) I ain't gon' lie, turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho Hey, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two door? Young nigga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real Yeah, I just pay my plug in euros, for real Big old booty bitches tryna show me what the doctor made Put him in a trap, I'm tryna show him how I operate Diamonds knock you out They should of put these on the box of paid And these bitches wet, they should of left these in the lobster cage I been ballin', bitch You lil' niggas make the roster laid I know you ain't real I know that bitch fake cause your collar fades Smoke dough with my pills, this shit hit, got that peach cobbler taste We toast up like chills, glad them broke days, they done watched away Left my old ho where they was It ain't no handout, what you doing what's up? You wanna see me, see me at the club? I ain't never tryna come here spotting this I been planning to come fuck this bitch up Ay I'm hot like a volcano, we erupt Bitches fallin' out and tryna get up Can't see me, bitch, I'm hot as a desert Yeah, she freaky tryna fuck me wherever Money walkin', bitches need an umbrella Bad bitch, we been nine up a Beratta Tell my chain, then that helmet gon' nail him Switchin' lanes, Gucci things on the pedal Came in blind, but don't think that you special Buy a sweater, but I'm never gon' sweat them I ain't gon' lie, turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho Hey, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two door? Young nigga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real Yeah, I just pay my plug in euros, yeah yeah Big old booty bitches tryna show me what the doctor made Put him in a trap, I'm tryna show him how I operate (Hey hey) Smoke dough with my pills, this shit hit, got that peach cobbler taste Niggas been watchin' my drip And they thinkin' my toilet broke, cuz I won't stop (Ouuu) Niggas been lookin' for tents Sayin' I'm too cocky, bitch, cuz I won't drop (Ouuu) Yo bitch been all in my DM, my DM Been jumpin' like hippity hop (Ouuu) Fuck her in flippity flops, (Ouuu). She like the dope Cause I got through her I'm in the spot with three or four bitches The neighbors think I'm doin' carpools Heard they been thinkin' bout trying me Before they through thinkin', we got tools Jumpin' in fences Runnin' through the kitchen While he watchin' dishes, we all true Promise I mind my own business Damn, beatin' bitch. I keep on wearin' what I'm doing Where you've been? how you doing? How you living nigga where your friends? All my friends, they dead and gone, they green like celery I can't buy no ring, man fuck hoes Just stay celibate (Nah for real been on this shit baby) I ain't gon' lie, turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho Hey, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two door? Young nigga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real Yeah, I just pay my plug in euros, for real
Writer(s): Kenneth Greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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