Lyrics

Talking drip well I'm talking like faucet Married to the mic no divorcing Had like three hoes thats a foursome And I stick dick in her organ whoa Boss on the beat I had to boss up Boss on the beat I had to boss up (Boss up) Talk about drip no faucet (Faucet) They just wanna see in my closet (Closet) Couple dead people in my closet (Skeletons) Married to the money no divorcing (Divorcing) Bad, bad, bad thats a foursome (Foursome) I'm way to pretty I don't force them (Force 'em) If they ever cross me it'll cost them (Haaa) Had to get the mood right When I'm finished now I see them in a new light Back to business I be cooking up the tunes right When I'm singing I be howling to the moonlight Tell the truth I'm a wolf I don't bark I bite niggas All white hoodie if you cross I'ma burn I don't like niggas OKKK I'm tryna pop these tags, I'm tryna cop these bags She tryna call me dad but I'm not her dad She tryna break my bank, I don't chase no hag I don't chase no bag, I'm a real nomad That mean I'm gone with the wind, gone with the wind Gone til I'm calling again, calling again Want you and all of your friends, all of your friends ahhh Til I'm touring again, touring again Balling, scoring again, scoring again Calling, ignoring again, ignoring again ahhh Boss on the beat I had to boss up (Boss up) Talk about drip no faucet (Faucet) They just wanna see in my closet (Closet) Couple dead people in my closet (Skeletons) Married to the money no divorcing (Divorcing) Bad, bad, bad thats a foursome (Foursome) I'm way to pretty I don't force them (Force 'em) If they ever cross me it'll cost them (Haaa) Worst thing you could ever do, is fall in love with a rockstar And ride around with the top off, green light and you top off Worst thing that you could do, is fall in love with a rapstar With a thug or a trapper but you love counting racks up I let her play on my guitar, no strings attached (No strings) But I pull strings and that (I pull strings) Wonder if I'll ever bring her back (I might) I'm from Sydney city ain't it funny and a pitty That these niggas think they with me cause they Sing a rap (It's too easy) Couple plays got you thinking you a king when you a jester (Ha ha) I wear the crown and I'm sitting in the clouds I ain't flying Jetstar (Too fly) They want the beast well you woke up that (Grrr) Boss on the beat I had to boss up Boss on the beat I had to boss up (Boss up) Talk about drip no faucet (Faucet) They just wanna see in my closet (Closet) Couple dead people in my closet (Skeletons) Married to the money no divorcing (Divorcing) Bad, bad, bad thats a foursome (Foursome) I'm way to pretty I don't force them (Force 'em) If they ever cross me it'll cost them (Haaa) Had to get the mood right When I'm finished now I see them in a new light Back to business I be cooking up the tunes right When I'm singing I be howling to the moonlight Tell the truth I'm a wolf I don't bark I bite niggas All white hoodie if you cross I'ma burn I don't like niggas OKKK
Writer(s): Blessed Samuel Joe-andah, Nicholas Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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