Lyrics

Shawtayee Shawtayee act a fool with it Do my dick like a stool with it Get wet like a pool with it Might let the crew hit it Might leave her with 2 Bitches Might leave with the roof missin Might bring the Jays out Might bring the Double Gs out Might bring the white tees out Imma let you pick that Shwtayee bad imma whip that No time for the chit chat I just want the moola Haters telling me to cool out Big Bank what are you bout Gang in your ear hole Got a game like a steerhose I don't bang with you weird hoes Niggas better bet that It ain't changin accept that Heart Break Gang I rep that And all we do is ball out Big bank blood them all out Bout cake what are yall bout I be gettin gettin I be gettin it (2: Kool John) You said a Nigga can't hit it why you want to do that My Momma say I smoke too much my lips is turning to black Get the clique in the gang and the party gonna stoop back I heard some Niggas was hattin tell me why they do that I got some hoes lookin for me Heard some labels lookin for me Young jordan got the hoes screaming like was going Spit a lot of swag soak it up watch porn All my hoes be waitin in line like they wait for goodness Shmop life till da nigga die Only lookin down when I cleaning my lebrons Been going hard since the young nigga begun These freaks call me daddy and these niggas is my sons Try to get more change rolexed up Heard a lot of bullshit and I'm faded Did you see the part when I put my leg up Shmoplife HBK yeah we next stop I be gettin gettin I be gettin it 3: Skipper) Might pull the whips out Might pull the chips out If she lookin at me then I might pull a bitch out Money money money yeah you know what my clique bout Nigga bout his issue get it like a parperdue You ain't Skip in this big as I betchur bitch in a bitch Got a bitch that love too fuck me, got a Bitch to buy me sneakers Got the labels wanna sign me need a thousand for a feature And I clean up like easter Yeah I'm a wildboy star like a cowboy Balls like a uppercut started with a suckerpunch I ain't with the sucksgut I dont want no part of that Make her take my dick put it right work of all that Toss her like a quaterback Made her bring my order back And when it comes to that dough I want all of that Click the bull an I ain't reckon and imma slaughter that Yeah be checkin I'm in the stars yeah I'm in the player almanac I be gettin gettin I be gettin it
Writer(s): Sudan Williams, Parrell Cox, Paulo Ytienza Rodriguez, Jonathan Miles Faulk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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