Fig (feat. Keith Legacy)

You know

You kno what they say about fat meat

Talk bout playin the field bitch u ain’t no athlete

You ain’t wit the shit Get yo crybaby ass in the backseat

Snatch a bitch frontal off skyhook to the trash heep

**** kno I was gone spazz on this beat

Hard like when u apply

And let dry quick crete

Bitch told me to get on my job I told her indeed

Pull up in the whip had her follow me on a 10 speed

She got a **** at home we smoke his weed

Bitch please

Won’t find this flow

In no

how to

Hoes act like pussy In exchange for dick ain’t of equal value

Skate gracefully down figueroa increase the volume

That **** Antoniio off on yo dial tune

Or Bluetooth

Aux chord

Need me a thick ass sugamama

Who want a young that she can shop for

Tonii Tonii Tonii

And I’d love to break it to u that lil bitch u been courtin she is not urs

The homie shot his genetic makeup on her contour

Over bullshit like the top floor

Encore

Told her bitch it’s far too soon

For round two

Plus u said

U give impeccable

Neck and ain’t kno how to

Over exaggerate yo moan like the room sound proof

Bald headed bronze ****

Make the crowd move Tonii Tonii Tonii

Bitch u got on too much foundation

I been flippin beans like a **** joined the nation

Honey pack I smacked

And this bitch got no patience

Well today u don’t mind waitin

Worse thang you do

is bring yo new bitch round yo dudes

and she see some familiar faces

Well that explains it

Took a bitch off market

Who frivolous bout who she lay wit

Yo day 1 zero attempts to say shit

Tonii Tonii Tonii

He Passed it to the homie now it’s my go

& these bitches wanna see how far that I Go!

I don’t do boa, chase, Wells Fargo, hotel, air b&b in back of the car hoe

cuz ima cheap ****

It ain’t no sense in me lying

Shit I’m the type of **** that will fuck you in the street

It ain’t no need to be discreet, she telling me what she like

I fuck then I get my nut

Tell a bitch take a hike in them uggs

I hit up chu like this bitch is a dud

But I ain’t gone lie freaky bitch

She like a thumb in her butt

A numb in her chuck

You bust and she gone swallow it up

Man these hoes be for wholesale

**** I was just driving down fig

And seen a midget bitch in the street giving out programs

That pussy ain’t got no grip bitch that’s yo mans

Talkin like she into romance and slow dance and holding hands

Bitch I knew you before the bands

You got a stroker hand and more power to you

That’s that pussy power **** that’s what that shit will do

Have a **** on his knees praying hallelujah son of a God

She’ll leave you broke and dry

And have you wondering why!? Not I!