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Bi-bi-bitch I'm born to hate Know you love it Y'all can shove it Never glove it Better tuck it when I ride around with my luggage Suck it deep This shit she doin' bout to knock me off my feet I told her ass come and bring me that bag Gold caps, I'm about to eat Not discreet when she flaunt it 'Cause she know them suckas want it Hit your house and now it's haunted Got them addys, yeah, I'm on 'em R to the E, I to the D Hit that switch, lean back in the seat Cruisin thru that M-I-A, been cold but I'm known to take the heat Ridin' around with a pistol grip Momma tell me "baby don't take no shit" Face to face with a fake ass bitch Don't say no names these lame ass boys deserve it Chasin' the clout like a hoe would Jumpin' up on my whole wood Baby Bone got stars on the Maybach Been gettin' money since way back Baby Bone just wanna get payback Burn the world down as I'm drowning don't save me I'm going down with the ship I die for what I believe in, and believe me it ain't you, bitch Down south Florida boy say what you want about me White leather seats on the CT3 Black tints on the window so you can't see me Cu-cu-cuddy boomin out Pushin, pushin every time I'm in the mix Mu'fuckas looking at me crooked Got some metal on my lip, same with the hip Like "what, you got a staring problem cuh?" Looking for a reason to fight? We gon' have to do it up Suckers wanna flex, give me checks, keep me mellowed out Shawty givin' sex like I'on wan' do dat, you a crusty one Funny how they punishin', uh-huh, like keep me out the loop I keep quiet in the function 'less I'm off me silly juice
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Tanner Petulla, Thomas Roberts, Cayden Filippi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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