Lyrics

Aye Fu, Swole hit me up you know what I'm sayin These niggas talkin bout Nigga ain't got shit goin on Nigga ain't poppin Nigga ain't representing Mattafact fuck these lame ass niggas you know what I'm sayin Yall niggas stay grinding The bag gon come by default Stay fly stay fresh Aye Swole mattafact hit me up after church Just left church hit the studio Rapping bout them big booty hoes Say she finna strip don't wanna go to school no more A lot of niggas talkin shit but won't nobody do it though Whole city lit up lituation No problems man only situation Get that from my home girl Jamaican litigation Selling everything except the soul liquidation Ooo all my exes want me back but I'm good now That money got me looking good I'm out the hood now Sometimes the niggas in your crew be on the lookout He was my dog but he had to get put down Now I got too many hoes and shows to count I done been around before I know the routes Yeah I know they wanna roll with Swole for clout Yall Lil Bow Wow bitches can Roll and Bounce Niggas wanna talk so I let them talk Niggas pocket watch so the wrist on gloss Niggas wanna hate so I smile in they face cuz my life is really great and they got bitch nigga traits Man them niggas ain't getting no money I love you too I love you too Them ol' non-rapping ass niggas I love you too I love you too Them niggas some lames for real I love you too Ooo If I can make it through my nigga you can make it too She don't wanna fuck Mally but she tryna fuck Fu She living with her sister I'm tryna fuck that bitch too You tryna fuck my sister nigga I ain't messing round with you You non-rapping ass nigga Hahaha but I love you too Yeah this G shit speakers got a lot of slap in it I like to play the songs with a lot of slap in them You can hear six 12's plus I got my strap in it Money always on my mind I'm like Weezy in his prime Flee shit bitch no my blicky cost a ticket Bills all paid plus I'm flexing off the interest Gold all in my dentures went to school to just fuck bitches I've always gotten recognition from the baddest women Niggas hating on me won't say it to me that's why we different My ice steady dripping so I'm sorry if you slippin No doors on the Jeep ain't no key to the ignition Blasting music so loud tryna shake your family pictures Hear me round the corner I got six 12's nigga My brother work for 12 it's still fuck 12 nigga So cold on these hoes give em frostbite Running through these red and yellow hoes like a stoplight Nigga I don't want your girl but that pussy real tight She the first night type Shawty living her best life If niggas tryna fight We ain't running from no fade I am nothing like these rappers I will put you in the grave Kill me if I snitch I'm never going against the grain Wrote a statement on me nigga but you screaming out gang Mally motherfucking Fu spent your rent up on my chain Shawty wanna fuck but I don't even know her name We can have a conversation I'm just tryna pick your brain I'm just tryna pick your brain Niggas wanna talk so I let them talk Niggas pocket watch so the wrist on gloss Niggas wanna hate so I smile in they face cuz my life is really great and they got bitch nigga traits Man them niggas ain't getting no money I love you too I love you too Them ol' non-rapping ass niggas I love you too I love you too Them niggas some lames for real I love you too Ooo If I can make it through my nigga you can make it too These niggas out here motherfucking next That's all I can tell you
Writer(s): Shawn Lynch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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