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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon ThaKidd
Brandon ThaKidd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Malik Rayford
Brandon Malik Rayford
Songwriter
Grant Hughes
Grant Hughes
Songwriter
Jugraj Layal
Jugraj Layal
Songwriter
Austin Grant
Austin Grant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gee Hues
Gee Hues
Producer
Jug
Jug
Producer

Lyrics

Gee Hues, you did this one Ayo Jug! Damn I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one We outside, Rolex say four thirty I'm the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty) Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty) Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah Damn I'ma slide, I don't do no one on one We outside, Rolex say four thirty I'm the man all these bitches too thirsty (thirsty) Did that boy in the past, do him dirty (dirty) Backspace on the block, nigga, yeah we delete shit My bitch she pull up with choppas and heat, shit Start it, no running back, cut that bitch just like a ciggy This ain't no hellcat this a demon, yeah For money I turned into a savage (gang) I just add and divide, that's the average (facts) We been chasing green, I ain't talking cabbage I like all my ho's skinny, no fat bitch (yeah) .40 on my waste I'm keeping it tucked (gang) Run up on me, then your ass out of luck No emotion, I cannot fall in love Married to the guap these ho's be a dub Run it up, ok I speak Spanish, bitch, I'm chasing dineros Hola, need bank today On the mic I'm rapping more than a pharaoh .223 On me, spray at your gang, your whole posse I extended the clip so they all can see Understand that that bitch wasn't the one for me Now, niggas be talking their shit But they don't understand they gon' get clapped It's over Whip in a mystery machine, I might have to get me a scoob snack Raggy? Shawty in the past she dubbed me She didn't love me, gave me heart attack She a bitch Now I think these niggas see it I think in the past they had cataracts Put that bitch to a heat, then I gas it Fuck a diss, we leave your ass in a casket (skrt) We spinning in silence, why fuck niggas braggin'? They buy a new shirt and don't take off the tag, bitch (yeah) You see that nigga broke, don't be that bitch They see me blowin' up with a bad bitch Spent a rack on these jeans so I'm saggin' I'm so high off the dope, I'm jet laggin' Designer my closet, MC Magic Givenchy my shoes, fashion Bought a bag for my bag, so I bagged it That's your bitch not my bitch, yeah I bagged it The Glock in my bag I been had it And I feel like Osama Bin Laden And that nigga he broke, don't be that bitch Oh, they hating on me cause I'm mad rich
Writer(s): Austin Grant, Brandon Malik Rayford, Grant Hughes, Jugraj Layal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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