Lyrics

Body is nice, jewelry on ice This ain't what you want think twice I got expensive habits pay the price My swag, so cold my aura, so bold Broke boys do what they told Bosses over here gotta play yo role Take a seat while I pop my shit That is not a real Rollie real Rollie's don't tick Them is not real shooters real shooters don't miss I like crip niggas only, not a blood not ya sis Blow racks on my drip with ease Big momma to you hoes say please Make a nigga go crazy Chris Breeze Talk is cheap daddy spend yo cheese I'm still fine, and he's still mine Big dick nigga and it's Calvin Klein Calvin Klein when he only in the trap tho He don't want no boogie bitch he want a trap hoe (R-E-S-P-E-C-T) Shittin on you hoes, respectfully On the Gram lurkin for me, goin through my page, desperately Body is nice, jewelry on ice This ain't what you want think twice I got expensive habits pay the price My swag, so cold my aura, so bold Broke boys do what they told Bosses over here gotta play yo role Keep my foot on y'all neck, or let you breath again Keep curvin' these niggas or should I let em in Keep swerving on these hoes in my big body Benz, Copy cat, roger that I'm the one that sets the trends Where you stay at, how you live, where your car, how big yo crib Still stayin with yo momma give this nigga a bib, But he be lit on the Gram man these niggas a trip I'm the baddest bitch I ain't gone hold you But you bitches knew that, I know they told you Every time I hit the scene, it's major We getting money over here we getting paper Make yo nigga go crazy, he amazed cause I'm so amazing I like five star meals go brazy Getting chauffeured round the city Ms. Daisy Body is nice, jewelry on ice This ain't what you want think twice I got expensive habbits pay the price My swag, so cold my aura, so bold Broke boys do what they told Bosses over here gotta play yo role
Writer(s): Rashad Jamiyl Spain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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