Lyrics

Uh, guess who is me? I'm back bitch Pull up to the mall Looking like snack bitch Money bag Renni, that bag bitch Y'all hoes out here playing catfish Really y'all hoes tryna lie on me Tupac bitch all eyes on me Lurkin' my page tryin' to spy on me Do me one favour, die on me Face beat, blonde hair with the ass First class, touch down to the bag Rich bitch yeah I came from the rags Tay Kay do the race to the cash I be busting on the drip like Tigger Head game make a nigga get shivers Good pussy is the best out the litter If you lick this shit it's gon' purr When you hit her Fucc 'em up sis Fuck 'em up sis Fucc 'em up sis Fuck 'em up sis Put it all in his face Ass phat, slim waist Fucc 'em up sis Make 'em play lucky way Fuck 'em up sis This boss bitch play Fucc 'em up sis Lemme teach you how to get to the bag Number one, never spend your own cash Number two never judge by the flag Nine times outta ten a rich nigga Won't brag You can tell what he got by his keys If it don't push start Tell that broke nigga please 'Cause I grip YSL on my hips And I ain't talkin' 'bout tags When I say I got drip Pussy so wet don't drown in it Nigga can't last five minutes Size don't matter, don't need inches If your bank account long like nine digits I know my body incredible Thick from that cornbread and vegetables I might fit you in my schedule For the right price I might get a little flexible Fucc 'em up sis Fuck 'em up sis Fucc 'em up sis Fuck 'em up sis Put it all in his face Ass phat slim waist Fucc 'em up sis Make 'em play lucky way Fuck 'em up sis This boss bitch play Fucc 'em up sis Put it all in his face Ass phat slim waist Fucc 'em up sis Make 'em play lucky way Fuck 'em up sis This boss bitch play Fucc 'em up sis
Writer(s): Brian Alexander Wicker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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