Lyrics

Waste money 'for I waste my time Keep a bad bitch on my line Real boss let me talk my shit Quit playing girl up on this dick I just akup, akup, akup, akup, Akup, akup, akup, akup Turn that akup Big dawg, rolling on campus Picture me rolling in the city as my canvas Pull over, bad bitches at my ride side Niggas they be tripping, cause I'm fucking with they bitches Shit didn't even rhyme but it sound good She said she wanted a brawler I gave her hard wood West side baby, getting enough cow Didn't bring the bait back, I just knock the doors down Wait, my nigga, what you tripping for Fuck these hoes, get the dough, stacking money Make the shit flip Don't get caught up in your whip with an ugly bitch ...trainee like Eddie, fucking someone fetty Driving bitches crazy, call me time penny Grab her hips, tell her keep that ass steady What that mouth do, show me girl, don't tell me Waste money 'for I waste my time Keep a bad bitch on my line Real boss let me talk my shit Quit playing girl up on this dick I just akup, akup, akup, akup, Akup, akup, akup, akup Turn that akup Tell a broke nigga back up, I'm cashed up Tattered up nigga and I'm strapped up 2 seater bitches gotta lap up Arm at the window, audemar throw my hat up Akup, fucker, wonder why them bitches don't trust us Pussy coming in, I'ma need more rubber Your bitch love us, she lick dick under covers Take cover, leave noth on the tongue girl Ah, I like the bitches in the valley Working at the valees, porn star Valerie Nice to meet ya, she like the dick, I like to be We fuck like once a week Once she get the akup, turn around count the money Watch the shit add up Turn around get another bitch that's badder Ass fatter, then I fuck her faster, nigga Waste money 'for I waste my time Keep a bad bitch on my line Real boss let me talk my shit Quit playing girl up on this dick I just akup, akup, akup, akup, Akup, akup, akup, akup Turn that akup Bad bitches on my line, call it call waiting Niggas waiting on the side line, they be hating 4 bitches at my whip, I'm a ...them All black car, remind me of a nigga skating And I run my set like a relay When a nigga play my song send a bottle to the dj I'm not ca killer, I'd rather fuck your bitch nigga You at home, I'm on the road getting rich nigga Enough of that shit, let me get back to the women Cause it's thick in this bitch, I'm liking what I see Give me more bottles, I'm tryina get drunk, wake up tomorrow Roll to my right, ask who the fuck is you Please don't tell me what we do Pound you, round 2, high class bizz Bust best believe I ground you Walk of shame baby let my homies clown you, bitch! Waste money 'for I waste my time Keep a bad bitch on my line Real boss let me talk my shit Quit playing girl up on this dick I just akup, akup, akup, akup, Akup, akup, akup, akup Turn that akup.
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Jason Martin, Donte Blacksher, Rance Oliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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