Lyrics
Get back, chinki is what I'm all about Lil bitch, I'm off a pinkie, what you talkin
Bout
Take it off, shit, I got 40 on my wrist Levine shirt, I bust it down, Valencia kicks
And she bust me down, givin' me thitter Can't get hit up at your cleats, bring your
Heater first Pillow talkin, ****, get some Uchis
These **** all killer over coochies I don't need the plug, bitch, I am the plug
Bitch, you comin' to my section, you gon' give it up
I went to James for my pen, then you still need a nug
These bitches fein from My attention I'm the chosen one
She gon' freak, she gon' Barney's, yeah, she give me head
I'm in the blue Benz, baby, what your silhouette
Baby, so high classy, see, I can see it through the fitted dress
These **** actin' brand new, these bitches not impressed
I'm in a Wraith, get a good neck, national I can put that shit on, I love fashion, ho
If you don't got no blinkin, why you gassin' it
**** stay on Crip like they passionate Wanna take it there, then we can take it there
****, I ain't never by myself, I got gang gear
****, you on a high speed for a wallet You bluffin' on the net, ****, stop it
I'ma get money for it, ****, I'm too greedy
Present myself somethin' that I'm not, ****, it's not in me
By myself, I'm not, ****, 30S, ****, I keep Billy
Present yourself somethin' that I'm not, ****, I keep 50
I'ma do the test, it's all clues, I'ma keep the realest
Baby said she wanna fuck on me because I get more digits
I'm in a big Beamer, bitch, I can't switch lanes
Like Relay, we on the E-Way, dashin' on the freeway
Get back, chinkies, what I'm all about
Lil' bitch, I'm off a pinky, what you talkin' bout
Take it off, shit, I got 40 on my wrist
Laveen shirt, I'm bustin' down Balenciagas
Get, get back, chinkies, what I'm all about
Lil' bitch, I'm off a pinky, what you talkin' bout
Take it off, shit, I got 40 on my wrist
Laveen shirt, I'm bustin' down Balenciagas
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Written by: Rickey Hatcher
