Lyrics

Seen your bitch in the VIP Now she wanna take my picture Took your bitch to the crib Yeah you know I'm diving in her Now she tryna have my kids Bitch you know that you're my mistress That shit don't play no Seen your bitch in the VIP Now she wanna take my picture Tell me where you wanna take it You ain't fucking with no basic Tell me where you wanna take it You ain't fucking with no basic You ain't fucking with no basic Shawty can I see you naked Tell me where you wanna take it We ain't fucking with no basic Shawty it up just like its lunch food We was fucking way back in high school Got an idea and I broke through She was Finn pop it for the whole crew Man y'all talking old news Man y'all talking old news Man y'all talking old news Barrels full of dope I'm talking storage capacity Bunch of fake friends think they got the audacity Come around my block and claim that you done been mad at me Posted with my bitch man thats where id rather be Better grab that pole if you think that your destiny Better strike a pose before you go and rest in peace Fall into the future I hope you find the recipe Fall into the future I hope you find the recipe Seen your bitch in the VIP Now she wanna take my picture Took your bitch to the crib Yeah you know I'm diving in her Now she tryna have my kids Bitch you know that you're my mistress That shit don't play no Seen your bitch in the VIP Now she wanna take my picture Tell me where you wanna take it You ain't fucking with no basic Tell me where you wanna take it You ain't fucking with no basic You ain't fucking with no basic Shawty can I see you naked Tell me where you wanna take it We ain't fucking with no basic I knew she would never ever give her all Emotions in the cut they feel uninvolved Pop a pill and you think the problems solved Pistol in my pocket thats how I revolve Surpassing space and time Just to get to the answers Drowning all the pain down the line Just to fill it with anguish Better grab that pole if you think that your destiny Better strike a pose before you go and rest in peace Fall into the future I hope you find the recipe Fall into the future I hope you find the recipe I just pull up with the juice Shawty she tryna be choosy All of these niggas they pussy Touching my shit Ima shoot I do not try, I don't lose Nike that's all on my shoes Niggas they tryna be cool I don't be playing that shit Your bitch she wanna boo I don't have time for that shit Walk in it look like a movie You niggas ain't really on shit I do this shit every night Been getting high like a kite I just been balling, getting these checks like it's Nike I just be sipping this Sprite
Writer(s): Karl Ehlers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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