Lyrics

Yuhhh Man yall know I don't be talking my shit But I feel like I definitely had to talk my shit on this one Ya dig You know who it is Uhhh Huh Riding round, see me rolling in that coupe coupe You want that Minute Maid, girl I got that juice juice If she ain't fuckin then Shawty get the deuce deuce These niggaz lame and they belong in the Goof Troupe Riding round, see me rolling in that coupe coupe You want that Minute Maid, girl I got that juice juice If she ain't fuckin then Shawty get the deuce deuce These niggaz lame and they belong in the Goof Troupe I'm the man, I feel like I ain't got no competition Since I was a kid and didn't have a pot to piss in Niggaz tried to bully me and no, I am not forgiving The judge, jury and executor better hope that God forgive em If a milli's the goal, I will not stop the mission Trynna run this check up like a nigga had a doctor visit Women smile when they serve me, they so optimistic Your girl lips on my dick, she wear a lotta lipstick If the goal is to ball, believe we soccer kick it If I'm aiming ahead, believe the top is missing I wet the whole floor up and then I mop the kitchen VOILA... The haters disappear like I'm a top magician Don't pay your dues, I knock your lights out and I stop the vision You light my fuse, I knock your lights out like the power tripping Shawty want my dick on demand, I say that's not a issue I messed her face up like a blast when I shot the missile Riding round, see me rolling in that coupe coupe You want that Minute Maid, girl I got that juice juice If she ain't fuckin then Shawty get the deuce deuce These niggaz lame and they belong in the Goof Troupe Riding round, see me rolling in that coupe coupe You want that Minute Maid, girl I got that juice juice If she ain't fuckin then Shawty get the deuce deuce These niggaz lame and they belong in the Goof Troupe I ain't fucking this shit up This life ain't nothing to give up They be hoping I slip up Catch this nut when she sucking my dick up I fucked in a pickup, sitting up high, she ride me on them bumpy roads Beat the pussy up like a wrestler This the American dream, call me Dusty Rhodes I don't trust these hoes, I don't trust these niggaz They full of shit like diarrhea I'll fuck these hoes on repeat, here we go again like Mamma Mia Try to ghost me, it won't work No John Cena kuz I'ma see ya Some of yall niggaz straight pussy and I don't want yo gonorrhea But I be rolling round like a real nigga kuz Riko Redz that truth truth Steady balling balling, I aim aim, no shooter shooter but I hoop hoop Any club I'm VIP, I be gone off that Goose Goose Her back tight, hit it back right then I knock that back loose loose No cap but I'll knock a nigga top off I got that juice, I got that swag, I got that hot sauce I got these lil mamis trynna suck my cock off The world's on my dick, it aint ever finna hop off Riding round, see me rolling in that coupe coupe You want that Minute Maid, girl I got that juice juice If she ain't fuckin then Shawty get the deuce deuce These niggaz lame and they belong in the Goof Troupe Riding round, see me rolling in that coupe coupe You want that Minute Maid, girl I got that juice juice If she ain't fuckin then Shawty get the deuce deuce These niggaz lame and they belong in the Goof Troupe
Writer(s): Leo Masi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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