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Traphouse Mob Huh, roll another one Said I'm never lackin', always pistol packing With them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (Aw, shit), huh Oh, you feelin' sturdy, huh? (You feelin' sturdy, man) Shake somethin' Shake it, shake it, shake it She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a nigga (She let it clap for a nigga) And she throw it back for a nigga (Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr When I walk in the spot, thirty on me Buy out the club, niggas know that I'm paid Bitch, I'm a thot, get me lit I can't fuck with these niggas 'cause niggas is gay All on my page suckin' dick All in my comments and screamin' my name While I'm in the club, Throwin' them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones Pop Smoke, they know I'm wildin' If I'm on the island, I'm snatchin' the cell Brody got locked, denied his bail Until he free, I'm raisin' hell Tell my shooters call me FaceTime For all the times we had to face time Free D-Nice, he doin' state time If you need the glizzy, you could take mine Please don't come out your mouth, you know I'm like that I'll make a movie like TNT Glock-30 on me, ask who really want it I bet I air it like BNB Nappy Blue wildin' in my section And I keep that .38 for the weapon Remember when I came home from corrections All the bad bitches in my direction She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a nigga (She let it clap for a nigga) And she throw it back for a nigga (Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr (GunWunna) New Givenchy, new Givenchy Hop out the Quattroporte Walk in Fendi rockin' Fendi F print on the corduroys (Corduroys) I pull up Aventador ('Ador) I lift up the doors ajar (Doors ajar) These broke niggas shoppin' at Ross (Ross) We back in Dior, Dior (Dior, Dior, Christian Dior) I got Valentino denim (Denim) Brand new Mike Amiri denim (Denim) And these Ricky Owens denims (Denim) I drop the bag, they gonna hit 'em (Hit 'em) This baddie wanna pop a Skittle (Skittle) I'm tired of niggas tellin' riddles (Riddles) Take that foreign, whippin' through the ghetto (Skrrt) ZO6 'Vette slime green, ridin' 911 Porsche yellow (Skrrt) Plain Patek and an AP, they got fifty pointers in the bezel (Bezel) Speedin', whippin' like Toretto (Toretto) Push these Pradas to the pedal (Yeah) Make her swallow down the middle (The middle) We some giants, niggas little She like the way that I dance She like the way that I move She like the way that I rock She like the way that I woo And she let it clap for a nigga (She let it clap for a nigga) And she throw it back for a nigga (Yeah, she throw it back for a nigga) Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr Mike Amiri, Mike Amiri Billie Jean, Billie Jean (Uh) Christian Dior, Dior I'm up in all the stores When it rains, it pours She like the way I rrr
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Andre Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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