Lyrics

We get it poppin yeah you know we get it poppin She like the way I taste she know I like it sloppy If she throwing a fit I gotta take her shopping If she throwing a fit i gotta take her shopping A lot of hate is comin from the apposition I make money decision through my 20 vision Invested in ambition and I'm out here fishin Most of you want a handout with the talent missin These Nigga's want a hand out with the talent missin Throw up the towel This game need more precision Sit back and take some notes before you get to bitchin Cuz I'm icon in this bitch you know I did it They think they got the hit but they really trippin, You really think that shit is gonna end up sticking? These niggas sounding stupid with the shit they singing Im just tryna really make a fucking million You know I'll do it cuz I got a illmind A lot of you scared to be left behind They gonna reject That shit cuz they know that I'm blessed N they gon be like OMG he got the Smith N Wesson Rich Jesus he go so fucking hard please teach me lessons If she tryna get taught you gotta start un dressin. I switch it up deep deep deep these bitches getting Lessons I end up getting lose N getting pictures from my ex's She just tryna show me it look way bigger in Texas Only rock Mercedes never catch me in a Lexus If she tryna play this ain't no fuckin game of Tetris Ever Since I was 15 I already knew my purpose In the back seat with the curtains S500 benz was skirtin Time was rolling past my eyes Memories just gotta die Tryna leave you behind They think they got a hit but they really just tripping You really think that shit is gonna end up sticking? These niggas sounding stupid with the shit they singing
Writer(s): Brent Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out