Lyrics

(Ayo, money) Lil Kayla wasup? In case you didn't know, I don't give a fuck about no bitch (no bitch) Especially a hoe bitch Get off my line, go get some dough bitch (dough bitch) My niggas dome shit Get that dough and get up on shit And I could never be broke If I'm running out them stores, bitch, please Stop speaking on a real bitch like me (real bitch like me) Yo' nigga chopped you down He said you don't get no cheese (he said you don't get no cheese) You never wit' yo' kids And yo' house ain't never clean, sad story And you wonder why he get out here and cheat bitch (creep) These hoes got they nerve speaking down Met that nigga up in jail Now you love him, you a clown (you a clown) That nigga fucked yo' partner and You kept his ass around (kept his ass around) And you still hang wit yo' partner How the fuck do that sound, bitch? (How the fuck do that sound, bitch?) I'on see how hoes put up with niggas aye (I don't) You prolly thinkin' you can't find another nigga huh? Bitch, I'on give a fuck how much I love a nigga Play me once that's on me Two times I'm burnin' rubber nigga (huh) And you can always catch me with a few bitches (uh) I take 'em to the mall and I use bitches (uh) Baby, I'm a fool short fuse wit' it (uh) And I heard you fuck with niggas who abuse bitches (he abuse bitches) Free Dev out that slammer Shout out holly he go crazy with that hammer Drop a pin squeeze, come and go bananas Two letter gang dem my niggas, so what's hannin'? I'm trippin' over L 'til I'm gone, boy I'm all over yo' head, you move wrong, boy (you move wrong, boy) Do this shit in real life, fuck a song, boy (fuck a song, boy) Get this pen in this green light, I'll go for it (I'll go for it) You hoes be on some other shit, aye (some other shit) Stop speaking on L, he ain't yo' brother bitch (bitch he ain't yo' brother) I get ghost if I feel some funny shit (if I feel some funny shit) I'll break this bitch down just for the fun of it, look (just for the fun of it, look) I gotta touch that bag like sleeze (uh) I ain't been to sleep in 'bout a week Mirror let's do a turn around it's on me Bitch, don't need no whip, we walk thru shit on feet (uh) Gotta touch that bag like sleeze (uh) I ain't been to sleep in 'bout a week Mirror, let's do a turn around, it's on me Look don't need no whip, we walk thru shit on feet, bitch 'Bout a touch that bag like sleeze 'Bout a touch that bag like sleeze 'Bout a touch that bag like sleeze
Writer(s): Lakayla Rayshon Gathron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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