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Even down to my last still got gas bitch it's nothin Got some weed got some pills got some cash yea that's nothin Cop some sneaks cop a grill grab a bag bitch it's nothin Even when I'm in the Buick pull a bad bitch it's nothin Even down to my last still got gas bitch it's nothin Got some weed got some pills got some cash yea that's nothin Cop some sneaks cop a grill grab a bag bitch it's nothin Even when I'm in the Buick pull a bad bitch it's nothin Hop out the whip I'm shorter Shorty a 5 to 10 I'm on it Car that I drive yea that bitch is an oldie Shorty she older than that still horny You know it's nothing to rent they loaning I turned my watch into liquid morning Dew on her body she tanning for me Look at them titties they painted on her Nipping and tucking that skin still gorgeous Sipping and rolling that blunt still going But I don't be partaking The spot for your car taken I pulled my ship in it And I got some shit in it Tryna measure up to me nigga and I bring the stick wit me I go to airports when they closed Run into mansions when no ones home I got that money on my mind Please don't mind the mess on the stove My bitch she cooking up breakfast The homie whipping up a necklace Running game keeps me restless 27 Still reckless Even down to my last still got gas bitch it's nothin Got some weed got some pills got some cash yea that's nothin Cop some sneaks cop a grill grab a bag bitch it's nothin Even when I'm in the Buick pull a bad bitch it's nothin Even down to my last still got gas bitch it's nothin Got some weed got some pills got some cash yea that's nothin Cop some sneaks cop a grill grab a bag bitch it's nothin Even when I'm in the Buick pull a bad bitch it's nothin Got a bag and it's nothin See these crabs in a bucket Yea they hating that I'm stunting Man somebody pass the onions I can cry for em Somebody die for em The way they talking the homie might take they life from them Now check the strap in my pocket That's the smallest one I got It can make a hole the size of Texas and Iraq And I started from the Buick never had the I-Roc And I'm sliding in his main girl I'm thinking she's a thot Pastor calling says his daughter need a ride from California Picked her up in Sarasota she ain't even make it over She giving head to get ahead to me that's not a problem She got a few degrees and can't use them they ain't nothin
Writer(s): Barry Bones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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