Lyrics

She know I ain't running with no lame shit Aww yeah aww yeah, aww yeah aww yeah She know I ain't running with no lame shit Big ass coupes when we lane switch Niggas better get with the program I took ten out the safe put that on your mans head Making plays Johnny manzeil My bitch unapproachable she look mad when she walk in 1200 Dior just to walk in Hit for 15 dice game in the dead ends She with 5 bad friends tell her come in Keep it player keep it cool like I'm posed to My down baby send my packs through the postal We ain't trippin off no bitch that was old news New off-whites look like old shoes Counting hunnid after hunnid and they all blues All these stars in ceiling Im tryna make make a wish Hella pretty, bout her bag, I'm tryna make a bitch All that ass on her got me bussing quick Slim ass waist, like where it is? Crazy how she call me daddy I ain't got no kids My niggas balling, 50 ball off the cpn She know I ain't running with no lame shit Big ass coupes when we lane switch Niggas better get with the program I took 10 out the safe, made the call, like get em If my niggas on go, Im goin with em Young niggas steak & lobster plates for dinner Fuck around and drop tops in the coldest winter Double C's I be dripping this over seas yeah She bad like Salina and rock Celine Valet Katana like ima fiend Massage seats in this Benz almost fell asleep Act a ass down Beverwil, doing big speed Chase goals I'm in to bag bag getting Broke hoes can't get no time no attention Big Bentley see I got big big visions Tell her shake sum im a big big tipper yeah Ashy jeans rock amiri with my knees out Dope boy swag cocaine Reebok All that tough guy act gone get your mans popped Put my dog on his ass like the sandlot Yeah getting money we balling out every season Flipping packs like burgers my niggas eating I tell lil baby I lover her, I didn't mean it I've been smoking on gas like a chimney I'm barley breathing damn Switching them lanes in sport Queen Latifah Piping these hoes and leaving I think I'm PETA They think I'm cold, I tell em I'm Anemic Niggas trippin I pull up Gilbert Arenas yeah These niggas pussy they selling they souls Can't really tell if they friends or they foes All of these grams I'm rocking this gold Man I been flexing for a minute it's starting to get old Zero patience for all of these lames These niggas hating, they some hoes we never the same This nigga Alex fucking hoes, they feelings in vein I told my dawgs we them boys it's really a shame She know I ain't running with no lame shit Big ass coupes when we lane switch Niggas better get with the program I took ten out the safe put that on your mans head Making plays Johnny manzeil My bitch unapproachable she look mad when she walk in 1200 Dior just to walk in Hit for 15 dice game in the dead ends Yeah yeah huh yeah yeah Something so playa some so playa Yeah 2 step something so yeah
Writer(s): Ernest Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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