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She can't leave her friend, her friend She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win Knock on four walls with a grin now She can't leave her friend, her friend She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win Knock on four walls with a grin now Lil' Monte on the beat, you got it on repeat Word out on the street, it's zero capping I'm from the arch I treat my nemesis harsh I spot a lame 'cross the yard Booches be parched No you can't trap me with boobie My pull out game on garage I swear fa God God wrote my life like a movie I'm out here playing my part Smeezy Segal Right now I'm above the law Puffin a puffy cigar Country as fuck I keep a horse on my balls I keep a horse on my balls Leaving my mark She heard that Smino was here Then let me write on her walls Cranberry drop I heard it was good for the pussy I heard it was good for the box Kush in my sock 'Cause we headed straight to the gally And you know 170 hot, ooohhh Incoming call, from this lil' freak from New York She said, she all about the Minaj Plus she gone bring all her barbs, she blessed I kiss my rosary, hoping these hoes A be cold as this jamo and soda be My pockets on Monique These booches all on me I feel like I'm Professor Ogalvi I been pumping this company Lil somethin' plump keep me company Real niggas round in good company Company, company, company, company I been pumping this company Lil somethin' plump keep me company Real niggas round in good company Company, company, company, company She can't leave her friend, her friend She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win Knock on four walls with a grin now She can't leave her friend, her friend She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win Knock on four walls with a grin now She can't leave her friend, her friend She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win Knock on four walls with a grin now She can't leave her friend, her friend She can hop right in, 3 piece for the win Knock on four walls with a grin now Zero that company, raised all our monthlies (whoa) More booked then kindle Old flame want rekindle Bitch mama said I can't have company, so Booked 'cause you know how lil' Monte be, I don't Politic profit the policy I honestly don't do no 'poligies Inspiring, I got variety And yo bitch want my body I got more kicks then karate Chris off the Brown, that's Karrueche She callin' me Smino papi I feel like she chasing my D But real niggas chasing deposits The coupe color raspberry tea Interior drip look like honey Two thangs with me right now (Bof'um thick) Quit playing with me right now (Throw some bitch) Who sayin' we gone run out (No, no, no, no) Too many niggas rapping (They ain't saying shit) Dey'on like da mike (They Calvin Cambridge) Sound right alright (I know, I know, I know) Two thangs with me right now (Bof'um thick) Quit playing with me right now (Throw some bitch) Who sayin' we gone run out (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Too many niggas rapping (They ain't saying shit) Dey'on like da mike (They Calvin Cambridge) Sound right alright (I know, I know, I know) I been pumping this company Lil somethin' plump keep me company Real niggas round in good company Company, company, company, company I been pumping this company Lil somethin' plump keep me company Real niggas round in good company Company, company, company, company
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Michael Neil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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