Lyrics

This cookie so strong I can't face it I've been one, these niggas think we racin' If I let you give me head, bitch you better not do it lazy We just need some money, I just need your information My Puerto Rican bitch, she talk to me on occasion Labels wanna fly me out for negotiation My mama say, "son, get help," she think I'm crazy I ain't crazy, I just don't let niggas play me My bitch wanna purse, mama wanna vacation Tell my buyer think about that shit when he pay me If I told you you got it, nigga I think you can make it I don't really listen to these niggas, they be fakin' I really should be scared of the dark, I see faces Them niggas playin', I put a social to your baby Down below, been a had you at the pavement And I find my own source, they ain't wanna feed your baby That's the fifth label this week, I need an agent She like, "smooth, can we please fuck before you make it" 2000 on the fit, this is no special occasion Ten model bitches ready, dare my bitch to act crazy My lifestyle change, I get one without an eighty Even off this lean nigga, I never be lazy I ain't even fuck her, why the fuck she acting crazy? I wish I would hit, she gon' try to have my baby You ain't in the field, you don't know what I be sayin' Punch town watch us, I won't sleep until they layin' These niggas playin', I had came out with a plan Bought a whole boat, I won't sell, not a gram
Writer(s): Steven Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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