Lyrics

They hate cuz' I'm too legit she fine I'm beating that shit Shhh, She's with whatever I'm With Uhm Hmm, She fell in love with my shit Uhm Hmm, My Bitch boujie suck dick like she ratchet Drip drip the highest fashion Pipe her down but no attachment I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget Tricks Tricks Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget I said Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget I said Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget I got it out the mud so I keep me matching brown hundreds I Got my bitch walking on blood it ain't none to drop a bag on it Gotta pray the man above for my sins but shit I had to do it Take a lost then I recoup it I could show you how to do it I don't do shit with just anybody talk about it be about it Rack it up and stack the profit different day a new deposit Too hot so I had to drop it Ain't check the tag bitch I just bought it Too fly my wardrobe the cockpit raise the bar then watch me top it I pray god keep these fuck niggas away from me My heart is too cold can't let no female play with me Introduce you to my Haitian spirits cuz' you know they stay with me Please don't ask me 'bout no other hoes when you lay with me They hate cuz' I'm too legit she fine I'm beating that shit Shhh She's with whatever I'm With Uhm Hmm She fell in love with my shit Uhm Hmm My Bitch boujie suck dick like she ratchet Drip drip the highest fashion Pipe her down but no attachment I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget Tricks Tricks Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget I said Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget I said Bitch I got tricks Rosalvo Gogo gadget
Writer(s): Fritz Clerveaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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