Слова

D-D-Div, don't do it to 'em Before I step up out the door I pray that God be with me (bitch) But if he not, I'll take a different route that .9 stay with me (pew) Gallardo Lambo' in a drop-top speedin' (yeah) Chameleon Gucci lavender my ride look pretty Blood bro and passenger that's a close-by semi (boom) I sit back, I relax and get some throat by Demi (alright) I can turn psycho if a chump trip with me Bitch, I feel like Michael went to Jacksons from pennies Hench Mafia family is tight and were not friendly (no) Can count on both hands, the whole clan, bitch, it's not many (yeah) Niggas wondering and talkin' about how I'm still winnin' (bitch) Yes bitch, get off my dick, you niggas ride too many I-I-I put my dick in her face She say, "Now that's too much" (come here!) Put it in anyway, this is how you shut hoes up (alright) Rest in peace Pimp C, real niggas, hold your cups up Heard you can die from Promethazine, but I still pour up (bitch) Ni-Niggas say they gon' get me, I guess there's still no luck (no) And a dick tucked, XD and I can't wait 'til I bust (pew) Before I step up out the door I pray that God be with me (bitch) But if he not I'll take a different route that .9 stay with me (bew) Gallardo Lambo' in a drop-top speedin' (yeah) Chameleon Gucci lavender my ride look pretty Blood bro and passenger that's a close-by semi (bew) I sit back, I relax and get some throat by Demi (alright) I can turn psycho if a chump trip with me Bitch, I feel like Michael went to Jacksons from pennies Bitch, I feel like Michael went to Jacksons from pennies Bitch, I feel like Michael went to Jacksons from pennies Bitch, I feel like Michael, went to Jacksons from pennies
Writer(s): Frank Childress, Divjot Singh Anand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out