Letra

I'm a player nigga, wifey hate that I don't rap cap, lil' nigga, I just state facts I was just at Ruth's Chris and I ate crab That was just a appetizer, nigga, Where that steak at? All I do is gas, like, where the brakes at? I just bought a Jesus piece, that's where my faith at But it's not time to meet him so I stay strapped You just wanna live my life and you hate that I don't fuck with snitch niggas 'cause I hate rattin' I made a few hundred bands 'cause I stay trappin' My right hand'll kill a nigga 'cause he stay active I only fuck with bad bitches 'cause I'm attractive Ayy, yeah, I'm fly so she wanna fuck me How many bands can I fit in this Louis duffy? Ayy, pull up on me like a folded Huggie Suck my dick then dip but don't try to hug me That's my bitch but our lips don't make contact I just beat the pussy up like Mortal Kombat Runtz got some muscle, nigga, it's a strong pack And I nutted on your name where the thong at Lil' pussies like you, you get violated Me, I'm in her mouth like a Now & Later Lil' pussies like you, you get violated Me, I'm in her mouth like a Now & Later I'm a player nigga, wifey hate that I don't rap cap, lil' nigga, I just state facts I was just at Ruth's Chris and I ate crab That was just a appetizer, nigga, Where that steak at? All I do is gas, like, where the brakes at? I just bought a Jesus piece, that's where my faith at But it's not time to meet him so I stay strapped You just wanna live my life and you hate that Ayy, Alex Wang, Helmut Lang Speaker Knockerz, I'm bumpin' Erika Kane Clothes came from Italy, they used to belittle me In love with with the money and I do mean it literally Rappin' off a Perc', Maestro's dessert Fuck her til' she squirt, got a Lil Uzi Vert I'on't got a job but I do got that work All these niggas copy but you know who did it first My son only one eatin' lobster macaroni Re-rock that rock and I sell it to jabronies Niggas cap for pussy sayin' that they is my homie I'on't need no help I can count it by my lonely All by myself don't want rich want the wealth Purple ass cut, man, that shit look like Welch's You tried to run it up but you niggas look helpless Purple ass cut, man, that shit look like Welch's I'm a player nigga, wifey hate that I don't rap cap, lil' nigga, I just state facts I was just at Ruth's Chris and I ate crab That was just a appetizer, nigga, where that steak at? All I do is gas, like, where the brakes at? I just bought a Jesus piece, that's where my faith at But it's not time to meet him so I stay strapped You just wanna live my life and you hate that
Writer(s): Laron Antwan Robinson, Alejandro Carranza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out