Lyrics

Niggas don't know I'm a wasteman Kick out the garbage Pick up replacements No UFC membership but I'm passin' through the gym 'Cause I'm the weight man I'm sorry lil' hoe I ain't finna come dick you down 'Cause I don't like where you stay at You want me to cuff yo ass But I met you when you was tryna replace him That ass was fat, but you don't know my name, do you? I post these racks, don't hit me back now, bitch, who you? Who gives a fuck if you don't got time? Bitch, I do I'm putting my walls up when I couldn't get through you Hit me back a minute late I probably got another date planned Wanna fuck a nigga raw, but I'm not your man You don't gotta try to tune into a nigga wavelength I got on demands Please don't be tryna blow a nigga high Come blow a nigga if you really a fan Blow a nigga if you really a man Yeah, I said what I said Fuck his bitch on forbidden lands Now he want his head But he don't know if he can kill him dead He don't know who it is Don't worry, buddy, you gon' have a chance She want a different dance She want a dirty dan She want a dirty man She want a nigga that's poppin' bout thirty bands And standing on sturdy land But that ain't me, cause I'm cashin' out for the fam Can't catch what I always ran I don't spare a penny And my favorite line is damn But she still got me hittin' it for free Sit down like, baby, get to work Little mini skirt On the dick she twerk Baby, you the worst Medication with the night nurse Got em' feelin' worse than what might hurt Liquor sippin', pussy drippin bitches wanna pull up to my curb They hear my word When they hear you got money Take care of your mama Drive anything else that's not a Honda Niggas don't like that 'Cause they women lookin' at they niggas in disgust Hit em with the (Finna be right back) That's why we call em the light pack Shit get heavy for the niggas who wife that Sorry, buddy, she a kit-kat Hate to break it, but you not where her mind's at Hate to say it cause I know you might fight back Fuck the fading, where ya fie at? Give second chances on a nigga, they ride back Bro, you can have her, we done did that Sorry, baby, yeah, they callin' me Vilgax Tunnel vision till my wrist blingin' When I step on the planet, they feel that When I step in they vision, I'm walkin' right in they direction They know I won't peel back I don't really care to kill a nigga So I hit his bitch cause I know he gon' feel that On God, I'm an evil dude 'Cause she'll eat with you and come bring me a plate back Y'all bitches like Beetlejuice Gotta call her like three times for a reply back She a little busy brother, my bad Send her ass back with an ice pack She wanted to go for a ride I'm sorry, buddy, you're the bike rack Ain't no second guessing Seen a nigga reppin' Now she just want a light tap 'Cause she heard that I might rap Better watch who you talkin' to 'Cause I'm disrespectfully like that
Writer(s): George Snipe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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