Lyrics

Sip patron but this shit ain't got me drunk Enough numb enough three big faces got you dumb enough Big booty bitch when I be knees made her buckle up Big titty feen with double d's I made her double Dutch She lookin fly when she steppin in them Cortez's Core stepping Gucci fly down she be givin me more head I'm getting more bread n all you n*ggas money Stretching he got by for talking but he ain't learned his lesson Live n learn all my n*ggas still young n reckless it's a turn up ask the bitch but she ain't get the message From the gutter but I gottem getting restless when it's canceled make I got money on my checklist The choppa eat a n*gga told its smith and Wesson Smoke em like a wood all my n*ggas stay progressin And beat a uno lil Fanny second Gassed up with a team bitch left me but regret it I've been stuck in this game I've been scoring and Now I'm with this bitch n shes bougie she can't afford it I was fucking with a lame now it's over with I'm with two more bitches with booty now I'm gon record it In the hills doubled up red pouring skirtin out the lot with a key I said floor it Got the chills all this ice got me frozen I ain't said Im drippin lil n*gga I said pourin Sip patron but this shit ain't got me drunk Enough numb enough three big faces got you dumb enough Big booty bitch when I be knees made her buckle up Big titty feen with double d's I made her double Dutch She lookin fly when she steppin in them Cortez's Core stepping Gucci fly down she be givin me more head I'm getting more bread n all you n*ggas money Stretching he got by for talking but he ain't learned his lesson Aye bitch Im getting more bread put a dab on the board I ain't scored Yet money in my po got me dummy I need more Tech go flex tossing that thooter she got no checks Money on my mind hoe please get out of my face Myspace bringing them hundreds in at a high pace 2.3 glocks to just boost up the crime rate Stevie wonder knock his sockets out his eye frame Ooh bitch she a dumb hoe fucking that thick lil bitty you fuckin Dumbos gun smoke my money we at your friends Door bad baby run up the baby I'm talkin hundos You can be nice with the shit but baby I need a freak hoe ballin on You n*ggas it's too easy that's a free throw I touch blue shit n*gga You touch green though we bleed those Beginning Guap on my team I'm a saucer No canes I need chicken strips you ain't put you trippin you think You hittin we got guns you got guns but we got bigger clips bigger Shit staple the package my n*ggas with the shit young n*gga got away With fish bitch she bobbin stop it punk it right when everything's Knocking yeah n*gga pull up them bands she get To poppin socking things a man I had a flocking Sip patron but this shit ain't got me drunk Enough numb enough three big faces got you dumb enough Big booty bitch when I be knees made her buckle up Big titty feen with double d's I made her double Dutch She lookin fly when she steppin in them Cortez's core stepping Gucci Fly down she be givin me more head I'm getting more bread n all you N*ggas money stretching he got by for Talking but he ain't learned his lesson
Writer(s): Adrian Cardenas, Mekhyl Erby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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