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Still in the mix, yall niggas be ballin' Know i'm the shit i do say it often It's that new season shit partner (that shit) Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' (till i'm worth 150) (Till i'm worth 150) What you expect They trippin' but they never land Fuck that lil bitch man she told me she is a fan (Yeah) Now she wanna get in my pants She knows i am getting bands I'm making more than her dad (Facts) They trippin' but they never land Fuck that lil hoe man she told me she is a fan (Yeah) She says she loves me back (Yeah) I told that lil bitch that ain't me I just got had Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' What you expect Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' What you expect Flexing like i'm Johnny Bravo I got the bag like pronto Told her we fucking tomorrow Told her that fucking with me is like winning a lotto Shit, I fucked her one time this year Now all of the sudden she's claiming that she is my bitch Now all of the sudden i'm snappin' with all of her friends They loving my tags they say i go hard on a pit Choppin' a simple while I chop a chick Sue me These movies is tunes i hop in the booth go loony Now that i'm an option choose me Feeling like Bettlejuicey I fuck her she fuck with my music She white i'm feeling like Clooney (Yeah) Smoking on trees it's critical She's on her knees it's blibical Bumpin' Tamia i'm in to you She popping i'm seeing the visuals Vitamin D and some minerals I gotta make sure that i'm strapped And I go wide from the back They trippin' but they never land Fuck that lil bitch man she told me she is a fan (Yeah) Now she wanna get in my pants She knows i am getting bands I'm making more than her dad (Facts) They trippin' but they never land Fuck that lil hoe man she told me she is a fan (Yeah) She says she loves me back (Yeah) I told that lil bitch that ain't me I just got had Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' What you expect Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' What you expect Yo, Yo, she wanna take her She know i'm coppin' the make-up Look at my bitch caucasian She wanna go on vacation Fuck me on special occasion (Yeah) She give me head to head (Yeah) Get to the bed she wet We never pay the bribes We never fear the phase We get the bags and chain Pull up on you flexin' and i'm gone None of that case you my ex or my hoe Nigga i'm already home (Yeah) I'mma get back i'm relaxed In the hotel with the stacks Strawberry cuban and stank I'm never trippin' unless i'm on xanax Drank in my cup and taking my pace You know we getting it fast TWC to the base Breakin' the stage with my mans I might go ball on my dad They trippin' but they never land Fuck that lil bitch man she told me she is a fan (Yeah) Now she wanna get in my pants She knows i am getting bands I'm making more than her dad (Facts) They trippin' but they never land Fuck that lil hoe man she told me she is a fan (Yeah) She says she loves me back (Yeah) I told that lil bitch that ain't me I just got had Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' What you expect Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' Pull up collec' You know we pull up collec' You know, you know we pull up collec' What you expect Yeah Yeah
Writer(s): Nhlawulo Mashimbyi, Lehlogonolo Ronald Mataboge, Odirile Halefose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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