Lyrics

Talkin' that shit but ain't droppin' the addy Not Mr.Krabs but I'm flippin' the patty Pretty latina, yeah she got a fatty Talkin' alot, yeah this bitch really chatty Out of the house so we fuck in the cabby I'm not her dad but she callin' me daddy Don't get attached if that bitch makes you happy These bitches the devil disguised as a baddie Woah, wait hollup I can't see shit, all my vision is blur- Fuck all the lies and the rumors you heard Sneak dissin' shit, all ya'll bitches some nerds You hang with your opps, yeah that shit is absurd No Chris Anderson, fly like a bird Pourin' my heart and my soul to the mic Met a bad bitch, I found out she a dyke Don't call me your twin, cause we is' not alike I got a choppa, so I'm not finna fight Know I be sippin' the wock out the pint Tell me I'm wrong but I know that I'm right I do not feel like using my Benz So I'm finna run you over with my bike Talkin' that shit but ain't droppin' the addy Not Mr.Krabs but I'm flippin' the patty Pretty latina, yeah she got a fatty Talkin' alot, yeah this bitch really chatty Out of the house so we fuck in the cabby I'm not her dad but she callin' me daddy Don't get attached if that bitch makes you happy These bitches the devil disguised as a baddie
Writer(s): Miguel Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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