Lyrics

You smell like you farted (farted) Farted On a ball l felt like she retarded (farted) (makeup) You smell like you farted, gas pack retarded (gang) Shawty wanna fuck me but I told that ho I'm off it When I open up that pack that shit so nauseous, coughin' Nigga tried to do me dirty, I'ma put him in a coffin Ace of Spade great, but it's time to put the Wock' in Wocky in my cup, that's in my liver, sippin' often Bitch you cannot check my phone, you must think I'm retarded Bitch I've been that nigga since the jump, I had to talk it Bitch I jumped up out that Porsche and you still walkin', on it And that boof pack, it be my favorite, damn That ho tried to do me nasty, told that bitch give 'em dangerous (ayy, ayy, ayy) Damn bitch she just smashed the homie (smashed it) Pull up in that 'Rari, I just smashed the dash (dash, dash) And I get this guap, you know I love the cash Texako lil' baby, know I'm on yo' ass (Texako) I could do this first but I just had to do it fast (do it) Had to do it quick at 6 a.m., I'm poppin' tab (six) Bitch I'm up awake, I'm up right now, I'm goin' fast (I'm up) Either we gon' fuck or we gon' fuckin' do the dash (we gon' fuck) Either I'm gon' get this neck or get this neck and pass (I'ma get this neck) Baby girl you talkin', but your ex, he just passed (passed) Texako and when I rap, I'm never passin' gas (come on) You smell like you farted, you retarded on they ass (oh yeah) Do it girlie you foolie dude, yeah girlie you foolie dude Yeah, hit the movie too, I just smoked a groupie, ooh (aye) I just hit the foolie ooh, hit him with the toolie too Nigga thought he cooly cool, now that nigga boom boom Ain't talkin' no boom room, I just hit his bitch too (ayy) I'm 'bout to get money now, these niggas is funny now I pull up, these niggas guessin' who and who like Blues Clues I know that I did the dash, I know what I could do Bitch, bitch
Writer(s): Steve Scott Coles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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