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Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa Mane, that boy lil' boogie dawg ass got no manners Yeah, you got some ass but I can't fuck 'cause I got standards Don't watch me, better watch TV, yo' bitch might change the channel She was finna tell you she in love wit' me but I don't think you can handlе All black the coupe from the Chеvy to the Phantom Pop up wit my ru, that's lil' heck, he from Atlanta I might drop a deuce off purples stuff up on my Fanta I can't leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer Hit her wit' the hammer, if I don't she throw a tantrum Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo' anthem Run up on me, you gon' levitate like a phantom Keep knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa That boy bad news, he a menace to society Everybody a rida but I ain't had nobody ride for me Everybody looking out but ain't nobody had a eye for me Shit ain't even that deep and you still chose to lie to me Damn, you must think a nigga brazy Lil' bitch, what's yo' motive? I hope you ain't tryna play me Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement Smoke got me coughing off the Kup, I'm steady dazin' Been hot for a minute, I been motherfuckin' blazin' Mind been on the Benjis, steady motherfuckin' chasin' I can sense this sucka shit just off the conversation He'll doin' all that wolfin', guess he wanna be a patient Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer? Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa
Writer(s): Brandon Rackley, Christopher Sims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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