Lyrics

I asked bro if it's hot in the ends He said yes of course They wanna block my blessings That's why i be praising the lord These girls only see perfection I need someone who sees my flaws I ain't worried bout getting her pregnant Cause i never be hitting it raw I'm not poppin this shit for sport It's MOB till i rest a corpse Back when my funds where insufficient But i won't stop till i'm up in forbes It's been years since i made me a wop But my phone still ringing with calls It's been years since i hit that But she still going through with drawls Testing testing When it comes to a nigga like me gotta count your blessings Last ting that got lock off She wanna pop off inna my mentions She want me to pay her bills and buy new heels but my name not destin Question question Why every time we spend time this shit is expensive I don't drive no beamer That's for the bitches I'm in the benz Every time that we fuck i make her cum and come to her senses It's senseless I done had nessa, I done had courtney I done had GiGi too All of em precious All of em special Freaky too I'm in a 5 percent There ain't no leaking through I ain't no sneaky link Cause i ain't a sneaky dude I asked bro if it's hot in the ends He said yes of course They wanna block my blessings That's why i be praising the lord These girls only see perfection I need someone who sees my flaws I ain't worried bout getting her pregnant Cause i never be hitting it raw I'm not poppin this shit for sport It's MOB till i rest a corpse Back when my funds where insufficient But i won't stop till i'm up in forbes It's been years since i made me a wop But my phone still ringing with calls It's been years since i hit that Niggas aint keep up with me So we left em I still gotta ting i hit from time that stay in pelham I just the word the word and all my dawgs dem a go fetch em Pullin up in a white whip and bend that block like beckham My chain lick up the street Twist up hit up the beach Cuzzi stay off the leash Shame these niggas They checks get bigger Then chest wan big up to me Ya man 6'2, and yeah that's cool But he not bigger than me I don't do twitter Cause that for niggas Who all wan kick up and pree I love my girls like rih rih can't play with em cause they to savage Baby you still need healing yea you bad but you come with baggage How you gon fuck with a nigga like me? You settle for less than average Twosome threesomes foursomes, ain't nothing that i can't manage I asked bro if it's hot in the ends He said yes of course They wanna block my blessings That's why i be praising the lord These girls only see perfection I need someone who sees my flaws I ain't worried bout getting her pregnant Cause i never be hitting it raw I'm not poppin this shit for sport It's MOB till i rest a corpse Back when my funds where insufficient But i won't stop till i'm up in forbes It's been years since i made me a wop But my phone still ringing with calls It's been years since i hit that But she still going through with drawls
Writer(s): Jahmarie Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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