Lyrics

You see tonight, I'm on a one-night stand Big anaconda in my pants I know her and I know she got a man Man a take a man's gyal and bang, bang, bang Oh shit, niggas ain't really on nuttin' When they see me, man, they don't say nuttin' Hella vex, no talk, no discussion Back it out, clap it out, make him start body poppin' I'm bussin', told my nigga Kizzle why I love him See the police, I dodge em Big black Russian, tell a little nigga get it poppin' Little niggas really tryna off em, bitch, I ain't been signed But I'm getting shows every night [?] boy booked in Dubai, I've been up all night Rich, that's how I'm gonna die I ain't tryna die like you broke guys Fuck them all, please get rid of them all Pull up in the whip, don't stall Private call? Fuck that private call If I don't answer to that no more I'll be in the X6 with my wet chick, she the bestest Hitting (?) Buddha's to see me on the guest list Pretty little thing, nothing like Alexis But she's my man's gyal so I had to sex it Yeah, you say you're all this, and all that But you ain't all that Said she take it from the back, man, that was all chat Yeah, she ain't on that My nigga, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' My nigga, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' You see tonight, man's on that old school shit Circle round in an old school whip No venting, like this cannon's gotta clip You better run, get your olders if man's on your strip No games, you're just a prick Your kid's broke, how you talking 'bout sticks? You know nuttin', how you talking 'bout snitch? I've been about from Bloodset days, ask Grips, like Who's real? Man's real '05, man was out in the field Grown up now, I pay my mum's bills You fake trap stars don't give your mum a penny, man, chill chill chill Talking 'bout who runs this strip Like this lighty didn't fuck his bitch Met her in July, flew her out in August She gonna tell you that she loved this shit Whipping chains like a nigga been Django Cutting through, I see Wilf in the Lambo I used to link Ruby, I think her man know Try letting Ruby con me and watch her man go Don't say a word, pussy, you're a nerd My boy 'Toine's home but still tryna dodge the bird New Benz coming and it's gonna be my third, man And I ain't even seen my 23rd Chat Yeah, she ain't on that My nigga, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin' My nigga, how you mean? Nah, they ain't on nuttin', nah, they ain't on nuttin'
Writer(s): Amish Patel, Clive Alderman Brooks, Agassi Odusina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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