Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
myspacemark
myspacemark
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Saatchi
Mark Saatchi
Songwriter

Lyrics

Liquid za in the tinct-
Liquid za in the tincture
I can't fuck with that hoe, she a tresha
We can never work, it's $1,000,000 for a feat-
The bitch said, "I can't read you"
808's damn near blowing out the speakers
Need a jugg? I could damn near teach ya
Bitch finna do what I'ma tell her, I'm a preacher
Bitch couldn't tell me one word (Leave her)
I won't believe her
Your shit suck, bro, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Bitch like a thorn in my side, like a leach, ya
Liquid za in the tincture
NVR on the stomach, and the t-shirt
I can't fuck with that hoe, she a tresha
We can never work, it's $1,000,000 for a feature
Ban that pussy (ban that pussy) from my city
With that weak shit, you can miss me
Talkin' shit, you end up missing
Ain't nobody gonna miss you
Dumb bitch chew on dick like a Hi-chew
Nobody even like you
Swear she only hit my phone when she in bad moods...
Pockets 2D, no hoes, you a sad dude
I ain't finna be there when you need someone to cry to
Walkin' with the wax on me (with the wax on me)
Jugg him outta pack, OD
They ain't see me
Now they telling me, "Damn, boy, I see you"
Now I see you, I don't need you
Now I see you, I don't need you
I don't need you, I don't need no hoe
She always in my closet 'cause she love my clothes
In the coupe wide body, don't fit on the road
What the fuck you tryna tell me? I already know
You ain't got the answers, Mitsubishi Lancer
I can't hold on to no hoe like my hand hurt
I can't hold on to these hoes, they a handful
I'ma light this loose leaf with a candle
Written by: Mark Saatchi
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