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Ay, real gutter shit You know me ima keep it one hun done Bitch I got a couple of perks do you want one All the hoes say I'm tripping yeah I'm one one So wassup with that pussy cause I want some She gonna fuck for a bay puddie cause she ain't got one You ain't the real brick man nigga stop fronting Stop calling like you really tryna cop something Call my lil' Niggas up they gonna drop something Got the Y-3 joggy on and I ain't even jogging With the fog lights on bitch and I ain't even foggy Jumped out the black Benz looking all bossy Get a nigga scratched off an ain't even cost me (cost me) I'm looking for some oranges for this 42 Drunk ass hell of this 1942 I'm in the club shooting 3's I don't choose these hoes, these hoes be choosing me I'm thinking to myself on my decision shoot me I'm looking for a bitch on a ship like me A Boneified freak A bitch go crazy on the dick and fuck with me till the teeth Now I just wanna fuck with a real bitch Can somebody point me to a real bitch We don't do drill music but we drill shit And bring a O.T Roll back from pill trips Ok we started on the east side Now it's time to hit the west with it one time We just left Feraudic city it was lunchtime Now we on our way west bout to hit diamonds I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money Bitch broke used to sit up on them stoops Now we sitting in them coups With a whole team of niggas like that shoot like the D league Used to fuck a bitch named Mimi Hoe skirts yeah I get that shit from my T.T I done see so many niggas switched you wouldn't be-leave Now I'm convinced that my haters really need me At the crib my kids watching me on T.V O.T. In the sweet getting head reading Party pack a perks and I'm down of a 3 piece Calm down this shit and I ain't talking bout 3 peace Baby girl you groovy keep my songs on repeat In da club big strap on me you ain't gotta suns Tryna get rich so my mamma ain't gotta work 600 hundred dollars on a collard shirt Baby girl bad, go to school She get outa work She ain't gotta twerk Scoop my bag when she get out the hersh Ok we started on the east side now It's time to hit the west with it one time We just left Feraudic city it was lunchtime Now we on our way west about to hit diamonds I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money Ok we started on the east side now It's time to hit the west with it one time We just left Feraudic city it was lunchtime Now we on our way west about to hit diamonds I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money I just wanna spend some money
Writer(s): Francisco Hernandez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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