Lyrics

My lil bitch wanna act like a brat Talk back, I smack that ass She love that shit (okay) I think she's it (okay) Told her I'd buy her the finer things Diamond rings, she wanna Mac with some laser beams I love that shit (okay) I think she's it (okay) Told me she love me, she chasin' I know she ain't love me, she wasted Told me she love me, she chasin' She got more bodies than Jason She love this dick (okay) I think that's it (okay) I love this bitch (okay) I think she's it (okay) Im in the trap with a Mac Bitch I talk my shit but you won't talk back Stand on my money that's ten tall racks When I stand on my money I look like shaq All of my demons attack Yo bitch on my dick and I hit from the back I'm in the trap I be flipping them packs And I keep me a strap because I cannot lack I'm like top of the morning Fuck it that bitch give me top in the morning Smoking exotic that shit got me souring My bitches erotic no they never boring I go back in time just like a dalorian I let it shine I feel like victorious She gimme her mind it come with her sources Im not into cars but I like them porches I turn yo girl right into a slut I caught two bodies lay down like a bunk I'm smoking gas that shit like skunk Back in the day they thought I was a punk Now I keep choppers right in my trunk Don't want the war I feel like trump You say you hardcore grab me the gun Hear a knock on the door bitch you is done My lil bitch wanna act like a brat Talk back, I smack that ass She love that shit (okay) I think she's it (okay) Told her I'd buy her the finer things Diamond rings, she wanna MAC with some laser beams I love that shit (okay) I think she's it (okay) Told me she love me, she chasin' I know she ain't love me, she wasted Told me she love me, she chasin' She got more bodies than Jason She love this dick (okay) I think that's it (okay) I love this bitch (okay) I think she's it (okay)
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