Lyrics

Ha! They call me S-L to the M-O Girl what's your MO S-L to the M-O Girl what's your MO I heard you tryna peep on my credentials Oh baby you know I'm from the six deuce seis Where we all about that bag And them ho's we don't chase All this money that we make Is 'fin to run up Instead of tryna spread up on my chest Let's make this butta And I'ma show you how to roll up And I ain't even need the digits Cuz showtime, if she hood Den she wit' it wit' it If you wanna know me Gotta show whatchu know when you show me Ooh it's the feelin' And I know do you know that I feel it If you wanna know me (Know me) Gotta show whatchu know when you show me Ooh it's the feelin' I like 'em hood rich Throw me a booty or a bag And every time we hit a lick I'ma hitchu with half Pull them curtains back Yo we workin' And you a boss Let the strippers do the twerkin' I like them Bonnie type of bitches That gon' grip me in the yard Kosher Kush and OG When she twistin' my cigars Ask about me And I can hit it two ways I want 'em thick Mix double sugar with my koolaid This a new day I'm on my cool J Let me kick, push, coast Whatchu finna show me? This is slo and you know If you wanna know me Gotta show whatchu know when you show me Ooh it's the feelin' And I know do you know that I feel it If you wanna know me (Know me) Gotta show whatchu know when you show me Ooh it's the feelin' And I know do you know that I feel it
Writer(s): Ronald Guzman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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