Letra

Yeah Bitch on my dick, tell that hoe hop off Shawty thick, for the [?], and that color hot sauce I smell like pussy, I even washed off (Skrr!) Back to the money, I can't turn the block off Bend the block in the coupe I do lots in the booth Hit an opp when I shoot, hit an opp when I shoot Bitch wanna be breeze, tell the truth, I can't blame a nigga Yeah, I'm my favorite nigga, yeah A money ain't change a nigga Slide on safe, drive through [?], ride no [?] Couple chains on, no I'm not two safes Same niggas with me, no it's not gon' change Make a bitch stand like change, ooh Nigga been tidal like waves, ooh Money cleaned up like [?], ooh No hand out catch fades, ooh No hand out catch fades, yeah My bitch got it made, yeah Niggas ain't want me to win (No), kick doors in like raids, yeah Kick doors in the flood (Woah), nigga, shit rose out mud, woah Came out blue like [?] (Woah), you just get stepped on like rugs, woah Now a nigga feel like Denzel, hoes wanna be me, hoes wan' fuck me, yeah She can't touch me, yeah, your bitch ugly, yeah You disgust me, yeah, your bitch not my type, no, no, you got lucky, yeah I get money like it's attached to me bitch I got racks on me, bitch I got cash on me, bitch Used to laugh at me, bitch So I act funny, bitch Pockets fat on me, bitch I'm on quarantine, hoe, come relax with me, bitch Yeah Bitch on my dick, tell that hoe hop off Shawty thick, for the [?], and that color hot sauce I smell like pussy, I even washed off (Skrr!) Back to the money, I can't turn the block off Bend the block in the coupe I do lots in the booth Hit an opp when I shoot, hit an opp when I shoot Bitch wanna be breeze, tell the truth, I can't blame a nigga Yeah, I'm my favorite nigga, huh, on god
Writer(s): Robert Gill, Kalon Berry, Mario Luciano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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