Letra

I got fast cars Yeezy shoes, Gucci on my belt I got bad bitches Models twerkin head to the motel If you pullin out a bag We don't roll unless it smell If it stank I brought a pack We gon smoke till we can't spell Shit be bumping all night Bitch we gon bring the booze You're not invited don't hop over Less you bring that gin and juice If she boring I don't answer Still I fuck her till she snooze She only want me cause I got designer All up on my shoes Aye Piss, on my wrist No roof on the whip I can't ever wife no bitch I just fuck her then I dip Got your bitch, bet she strip On her knees she take the dick I pull up unload a clip Say she like my diamonds drip Smashing all these chicks Destroy the pussy kamikaze I got bitches all on top me John Cena never saw me Bitch no critics ever stop me Bitch your crew can ever drop me Bitch no fortnite you can't knock me Bitch you and what army Bitch I'm up in the clouds You still chilling on the surface I'll be going platinum When your gone nobody heard shit Bitch your cup be filling white While my cup be filling purple Shit don't come on silver platters Bitch we all gon have to earn shit Try to talk a lot of shit Bitch come check my position I got listens I got visions And I be fucking these bitches Try to hate, but fuck you say Bitch we stacking these millions On the come up, with no condom Butt fuck your opinions I got fast cars Yeezy shoes, Gucci on my belt I got bad bitches Models twerkin head to the motel If you pullin out a bag We don't roll unless it smell If it stank I brought a pack We gon smoke till we can't spell Shit be bumping all night Bitch we gon bring the booze You're not invited don't hop over Less you bring that gin and juice If she boring I don't answer Still I fuck her till she snooze She only want me cause I got designer All up on my shoes (fuck) Ladies grab my clothes They grabbing on my t shirt Only wanna fuck me Cause they knowing that I'm king kurt Bitches clap their hands Keep applause up on the bleacher Teach her brand new things My girl is calling me a teacher Ruler of the century give me time call me stalin Rapper wanna feature cause they hear me and know I'm ballin Picking up the phone like spongebob man no ones callin But I throw the first punch people know I'm brawlin I flex with what I do Don't call me boo I know your hoeing People call me up they say I'm up They don't know where I'm going Pussy was so wet called a bet then I go rowing Bitches call me frosty i'm so frosty only when it's snowing Grind up on your chick like she's my board she want the dick I step out in public people hoard ladies want the sword. And I Touch their vocal chord Get her on the knees and she callin me the lord I just scored BITCH
Writer(s): Yasin Kashubeck, Kurtis Gregory Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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