Lyrics

Switching these bitches like audibles I run thru these hoes like a obstacle Lie to fuck yeah that shit comical Me chase a hoe thats impossible Who broke her heart, i'm responsible I hope she hold me accountable Lords knows i'm doing phenomenal My ice in the light lookin optical Ratchet bih right off the runway Bad bih wan kick it lu kang She want them blue bills, no loose change, I need dat whip wit the horse i'm not talkin' stang Double R umbrella for the rain I'm fuckin foreign hoes i can't pronounce they name My bitches come in all colors mane Red bih or brown bih no i don't discriminate Yeah i don't discriminate I'm fuckin all types of bitches But yeah a young nigga still got some taste My bitches come in all fashions, but broke hoes is Something i cannot save I need a bih some talent, these hoes only out here to Get ya cake She see the chrome heart right on my shades Yeah, cash make her percolate Hotbox a foreign, Roll da window down We need to ventilate We push the sprinter Yeah state to state I drop a deuce in the lemonade I hit my cup and go straight to space Money keep falling, young nigga might need a rake These bitches switch sides like they Aniken They see guap in my hand and start panickin' I'm my own boss no i can't do the management I lost my brudda yeah that shit was damagin' Been thru a lot yeah some bitches abandon me Don't trust a hoe its a chance she go vanishing Hit dat hoe one time she know i'm extravagant Leave dat hoe staring in space like a manikin
Writer(s): Evan Sams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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