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Joseph Robinson
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(Coach me, Joey)
(Okay, KMoney)
(Joey)
I'ma take my bag to where it go, ain't never need no shooter
Hoppin' off the plane with all my racks, they think I'm D.B. Cooper
I just wanna walk around with racks and niggas get offended
All my bitches rockin' Mike Amiri, not no Lululemon
Yeah, boy them thousand-dollar jeans, if you know the denim
Brodie, say he wanna triple up if he go through Virginia
Boy, I go get plenty pape', bitches give me plenty face
She don't fuck with you because you took her on a ElimiDate
Got a blicky and the wood laughin'
Boy, we got the hood slappin'
I get in the kitchen and I whip me up a Bullmastiff
Ghetto lil bitch, she wanna suck me 'cause the wood smackin'
Told the bitch, I'm right back to the spot 'cause the jugg crashin'
My bitches a lil ratchet, I come through the hood taxin'
Brodie droppin' niggas, robbin' niggas of they hood status
All my bitches boujee, bad, Barbies
They can look at these and they can tell, they Pierre Hardy's
Bitches love a nigga that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
Bitches hate a nigga that be wakin' up in niggas face
Bitches love a nigga that know how to make bowl curl
Spent five on her tits, now she get milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil baby, what you on?"
She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my bitch fuckin' all my bitches, she know all my hoes
Lil nigga, all my bitches bad, so I can't just scale
Shit, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle
I've been sellin' dope forever, nigga, can't you tell?
Don't ask what kind of weed this is, nigga, can't you smell?
'Fore I hit the cell, I instantly make bail, I can't stay in jail
I won't give a bitch a dime, but I'll pay for nails
On the mall with Nuk, drinkin' a six, he throwin' up the five
Just seen my ex bitch, I know she sick, throwin' up inside
Pussy, my cup bloody as fuck like when the cherry pop
I done took more headshots with the cannon than Jerry Shot
Before you smoked a blunt of Regs, we had a Larry spot
Bro, stop right here and throw the fetty out
Here come the cherry-tops
I can have a hundred bricks of pure food and still won't sell you top
You can't weigh a whole brick up, what kind of scale you got?
I drunk a lot of lean today, that's why I keep on noddin'
I'm quick to ram a bitch like hemi then I gotta dodge her
A nigga never took shit from Rio, I was robbin' robbers
My opps ain't got shit to they name, but a shot up—
Bitches love a nigga that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
Bitches hate a nigga that be wakin' up in niggas face
Bitches love a nigga that know how to make bowl curl
Spent five on her tits, now she get milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil baby, what you on?"
She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my bitch fuckin' all my bitches, she know all my hoes
Lil nigga, all my bitches bad, so I can't just scale
Shit, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle
Writer(s): Kareem Johnson
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