Tekst Utworu

LXST CXNTURY Sportin' fresh, guess you got the knocker and the Hilfiger Say you want my number, nigga, you just another gold digger Collecting from yo' bitch, or your slut, if you got the nerve Niggas charging hoes, dem them ones that I'm down to serve I see you ridin' clean, burnin' rubber in that Chevy thang Rollin' down Broadway, dicks out the ass mane Hoes on yo' nuts, ain't getting paid, see your bullshit Nickle dime bitches step aside cause' plenty I'ma get Say you wanna fuck a hoe, can you fuck a greedy girl? Pleading for your money, it ain't funny Make you lick my girl Silly suck aside, bustas known that be my first hit Rubbers for your dick, any color you can take yo' pick Sportin' fresh, guess you got the knocker and the Hilfiger Say you want my number, you just another gold digger Collecting from yo' bitch, or your slut, if you got the nerve Niggas charging hoes, dem them ones that I'm down to serve Niggas with the clout, ain't no doubt, you can leave me out 'Cause them numbers to your bank account is what I be about Bearin' heights, smellin' good, bouta make me fall in love Sidekick just a phase 'cause that cheese is what I'm thinkin' of
Writer(s): Beresnevich Ivan Nikolaevich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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