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Diamonds on my neck, giving me a lap dance Yellow Patek, look like, pac man Chanel for my bitch, cuz I got the racks in Bad redbone and she, top 10 All black whip, they thought I was Batman Imma drop the top, tell her, hop in Big body benz, hold on let me back in I don't need friends, want them, back ends Diamonds on my neck, giving me a lap dance Yellow Patek, look like, pac man Chanel for my bitch, cuz I got the racks in Bad redbone and she, top 10 All black whip, they thought I was Batman Imma drop the top, tell her, hop in Big body benz, hold on let me back in I don't need friends, want them, back ends I don't want yo bitch, get cho, boo back Glock wit a dick, in a, book bag She know imma Crip, Ion need a blue flag What's that in my pocket, that's them, blue racks I can buy his main bitch a, new ass Now she wanna settle down, well that's too bad I can't trust a bitch, I'll never do that She gone gimme head fuck a, du-rag Say she gotta nigga, he be, lurkin He ain't getting no money & his pocket, hurtin She gone let me fuck cuz I'm, worth it Million dollar nigga, bitch I'm, worth it She gone suck me dry for a baby burkin She don't want a addy, want a, perc 10 Say she want another, she don't think its workin Gucci for her friend cuz she putting work in Before I hit the booth lemme, pop off You can tell I'm geeked up when I talk I can make em pop out, if you pop off If he try to run, knock his, socks off I came from the south, imma, big dawg I be with the slimes, they a, get yall I can getcha knocked off, with one call They'll hit cha block, knock ya, top off Diamonds on my neck, giving me a lap dance Yellow Patek, look like, pac man Chanel for my bitch, cuz I got the racks in Bad redbone and she, top 10 All black whip, they thought I was Batman Imma drop the top, tell her, hop in Big body benz, hold on let me back in I don't need friends, want them, back ends Diamonds on my neck, giving me a lap dance Yellow Patek, look like, pac man Chanel for my bitch, cuz I got the racks in Bad redbone and she, top 10 All black whip, they thought I was Batman Imma drop the top, tell her, hop in Big body benz, hold on let me back in I don't need friends, want them, back ends They say I'm actin strange, cuz I'm, on one Would've been on two, but I gave ya hoe one Circle getting small I can't trust no one Ain't doing favors, you can't, hold nun I don't talk to 12, I can't let em know nun If they asking questions, act like I don't know nun Imma hit em up, if they, on sumn Slime will knock em off, tell me he don't want nun Imma put my hood on like I'm Trayvon Run off on the plug, they thought I was Saquan I just want the green like I'm, Draymond I don't fuck with hoes, cuz I, aint one Whole lot of animosity but they won't say nun Niggas want me dead but they ain't gone spray nun Call of duty shooter hit you with a ray gun Slime gone beat the charge if he don't, say nun I don't want no friends cuz these niggas rattin Imma play a bitch like she, Madden I'm my own shooter, I ain't neva lackin Pack touchdown we just got them bags in I'll rob ya plug, If he, taxin Used to rob the plug, nigga that was back then Now I'm doing shows for a couple back ends Don't ask me for a feature nigga, cuz I'm taxin Diamonds on my neck, giving me a lap dance Yellow Patek, look like, pac man Chanel for my bitch, cuz I got the racks in Bad redbone and she, top 10 All black whip, they thought I was Batman Imma drop the top, tell her, hop in Big body benz, hold on let me back in I don't need friends, want them, back ends Diamonds on my neck, giving me a lap dance Yellow Patek, look like, pac man Chanel for my bitch, cuz I got the racks in Bad redbone and she, top 10 All black whip, they thought I was Batman Imma drop the top, tell her, hop in Big body benz, hold on let me back in I don't need friends, want them, back ends
Writer(s): Wyman Hollingshed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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