Lyrics

Walk on a beat like I walk on a bitch And I do this myself why'd you ask who I'm with And my woe be so cold like he came from the six My boy dress down in blue but he is not a crip My dead family they support me from above like a ceiling fan My girl my orange soda shorty fruity and she shake her yams Wonder why I act like the man cuz I am And they ask me why I do this it is because I can Get to the money I get it real fast Fuck on your bitch and I fuck from the back I get the money yeah I get the racks He run up on me bitch I'm gonna blast Bitch, I'm gonna blast Put him in the past Bitch I need a bag Bitch I'm doin' the dash You know it's Ski though Gun on my hip like a muhfuckin speedo Crunch time Dorito Shout out to all of my muhfuckin people Walk on a beat like I walk on a bitch And I do this myself why'd you ask who I'm with And my woe be so cold like he came from the six My boy dress down in blue but he is not a crip My dead family they support me from above like a ceiling fan My girl my orange soda shorty fruity and she shake her yams Wonder why I act like the man cuz I am And they ask me why I do this it is because I can
Writer(s): Julian Volare Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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