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Nigga i ball like Iâm mike, Taking your hoe if i like
she can ride dick like a bike, Jet till the coop out of sight
Pull up and hop out the vert, leaning Iâm sipping on purp
I dropped the coop in my city, i might just pull out the fendi
I been getting in the habit of flipping my shit like gymnastics
Pull out a rack on you bastards, seen me a lick so i grabbed it
Copped me a belt came from Italy, gold bottom row match the pendant piece
12 reasons why your hoe feeling me, and why these niggas hate the thought of me
I dropped the roof in my city, Donât call my phone cause Iâm busy
Donât trust that hoe cause she petty, i hit her up when Iâm ready
I got tired of being broke, me and the money got married
hop in that whip then i peeled off, Taking your hoe when i step out
I met this bitch on a flight, took a detour and went to LA
W with the view of the bay, not one hoe need to know where i stay
they like damn you just went MIA, Thats not true i just know that you fake
Fresco yeah i been getting my cake, fuck these niggas with out them i straight
That was your hoe well Iâm sorry, she gone finish what she started
foreign coop watch me park it, baliciagas when Iâm walking
word around town Iâm the truth, all my hoes coming in twos
Taking every niggas juice, why you hating whats the use.
Nigga i ball like Iâm mike, Taking your hoe if i like
she can ride dick like a bike, Jet till the coop out of sight
Pull up and hop out the vert, leaning Iâm sipping on purp
I dropped the coop in my city, i might just pull out the fendi
I been getting in the habit of flipping my shit like gymnastics
Pull out a rack on you bastards, seen me a lick so i grabbed it
Copped me a belt came from Italy, gold bottom row match the pendant piece
12 reasons why your hoe feeling me, and why these niggas hate the thought of me
Stepped out the coop in my city, yeah thats my bitch with them kitties
She roll up a blunt looking so pretty, drop the roof have it looking like chimneys
Since i landed them hoes say they miss me, now Iâm flipping these hoes like a gymnast
and Iâm mixing that potion like chemistry, put a zan in that boy now she feeling me
I had to catch me a play, i had to come up from nothing
Im trying to count up them commas, break off a club in new orleans
Then i go cop me a rolly, roll up a sleeve and show 50
Might fuck her twice if she pretty, head in the back of a bently
Taking 9 shots like Iâm 50, bring them bottles Iâm diddy
my bitches look like Tinashe, make her forehead hit my fendi
Balling Iâm breaking the rim, bottles of rose and hen
Why these niggas wanting in, niggas started at the end
Nigga i ball like Iâm mike, Taking your hoe if i like
she can ride dick like a bike, Jet till the coop out of sight
Pull up and hop out the vert, leaning Iâm sipping on purp
I dropped the coop in my city, i might just pull out the fendi
I been getting in the habit of flipping my shit like gymnastics
Pull out a rack on you bastards, seen me a lick so i grabbed it
Copped me a belt came from Italy, gold bottom row match the pendant piece
12 reasons why your hoe feeling me, and why these niggas hate the thought of me
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