Lyrics

I ain't trying to be aggressive But I want it on the humble She shine like Vvs's And her tongue can do a funnel She a bad lil five plus five Girl I want you Ain't no sliding in no dm boo When I can slide up on you Im just talking out the neck Mouth closed full of liquor The rendezvous we celebrate Big for going bigger Some thought I lost Some recognized the cost That I paid to be of course Nothing less than the boss Hot boxing for the fuck of it Let em smell the terps and cologne I got no hand outs given Worked off my loans I wish a nigga would tell me Put out my strong I'm a California tax payer That's on my own yeah Learned to hit them Flip flip flips Get it in like gymnastics and Flip flip flip Quiet nigga but a sharp shooter Blip blip blip If the plan don't land I load up another clip I can't miss Plan A had to work no plan b Sliced pies with my guys They the family I been cooking for a minute Gordon ramsey If the bitty looking bad I might run up in her yeah No plan b nah no plan b Plan a gotta work no plan b I been cooking for a minute Gordon ramsey If the bitty looking bad I might run up in her raw No plan b Naw that's no discussion I made it this far with tunnel vision On the money I told myself the rap game for me gotta work I just learned I had to brand Before they pay me For a verse Check cool so we get it The turn around is quick Like a nigga cherry picking Falling back fuck working hard I work relentless We are not the same If you broke there's no resemblance Taking purple to my head Baby like Hendrix Pussy on the thread Where you at I do a dash Through the valley half tank But blunts full of gas Got it in the front seat Hit it from the back Her nigga in the crib No plan b I smash Chel strong put it in the universe And work it Now uni for a light lunch That's sake and urchin Nothing's gonna stop me Ain't nothing that urgent If it ain't family That fam shit ain't working Plan A had to work no plan b Sliced pies with my guys They the family I been cooking for a minute Gordon ramsey If the bitty looking bad I might run up in her yeah No plan b nah no plan b Plan a gotta work no plan b I been cooking for a minute Gordon ramsey If the bitty looking bad I might run up in her raw No plan b A nigga knew his fate And why he made No dirt on my name I never changed Too many in the way Can't say the same But I ain't got no time It's no patek Philippe yet but the submariners A plain jane And no I'll never stop Doing my thang My lil bitty bad Gave her my last name No plan b that's how my prince He was made Plan A had to work no plan b Sliced pies with my guys They the family I been cooking for a minute Gordon ramsey If the bitty looking bad I might run up in her yeah No plan b nah no plan b Plan a gotta work no plan b I been cooking for a minute Gordon ramsey If the bitty looking bad I might run up in her raw No plan b
Writer(s): Chelson Strong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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