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Man this that type of shit You going to have to You going to have to bust them blue hunnids out the wrapper She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars Started on the liquor then I had her on bars Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God I had to leave because I thought I seen Popo She said she want me to stay I said No no We made a movie but we aint got Go Pro The way I been ballin I think I could go pro She keep on stalking I blocked her on IG Changed my location now she can not find me Money and bitches that's all that's besides me Sign myself don't need no nigga to sign me Hopped out the coupe then I posed for the camera Cant fuck a broke bitch I raised up my standards Fucked with the waitress then fucked with the dancer I dropped them both now they throwing tantrums She was in Memphis then moved to Atlanta I heard she fell in love with the Scammers Sniffed up the white that Tony Montana Felt like her Momma aint teach her no manners She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars Started on the liquor then I had her on bars Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God She got a man and I hope he don't find out No no Everytime he flying in Im flying out Paid for that pussy fuck it; its mine now Start acting up Imma put you in timeout Think she the shit when she put that Fasion Nova When she start to twerk that money; just pass it over Girl you been blessed look at that ass its on it Fuck that talking just do something nasty for me Bend that ass over and fuck with a rapper Im gonna bust all these ones out the wrapper Pull out a condom lets go with the wrappin Cuz I don't think you gonna take a day after She was like Nicki I think she a Bardi She get to drinkin she think that she Cardi Imma pull up and push up on that body I might just swipe for that pussy Safari She was in Atlanta but I had her on Mars Started on the liquor Then I had her on bars Cant see the crib but I can do it in the car I bet your baby momma gonna fuck on God
Writer(s): Matt Jenkins, Bryan Simpson, Brent Rupard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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