Lyrics

(T-Time Made This Bitch, Though) Four for two with the Forbal shoes, they for my steering wheel On they ass, I won't get off they ass, bitch I'm still still I'm still smooth, bitch I'm way too cool with no record deal They know a fool, damn that Boy get loose and he get off them pills Get macho like I'm Randy Savage Guap pit, I'm a money addict Hoes walkin' around the mansion I got bows inside the attic Take they phone, drop no addy She got tired, and popped the addy Never knew her in my life, wanna be my wife, she call me daddy Never will I need no hoe, gone leave that hoe, she think I need her Turn this shit up a lil more, I swear I almost broke the meter Ridin' old school through the city, just me and the diva Said she like my song, she turned it up And then damn near broke the speakers I buy her Dior sneakers, she bought me some more reefa She can't afford what I afford, shawty don't do no leeching Gonna sit in a noble, we gone get some floor seats Ross bridge and we brought a guest She gone bitch this lil' hoe with me She gone bitch this lil hoe with me Ross bridge and we brought a guest She gone bitch this lil hoe with me Ross bridge and we brought a guest Four for two with the Forbal shoes, they for my steering wheel On they ass, I won't get off they ass, bitch I'm still still I'm still smooth, bitch I'm way too cool with no record deal They know a fool, damn that Boy get loose and he get off them pills Get macho like I'm Randy Savage Guap pit, I'm a money addict Hoes walkin' around the mansion I got bows inside the attic Take they phone, drop no addy She got tired, and popped the addy Never knew her in my life, wanna be my wife, she call me daddy Yeah bae you can eat this dick, just don't fuck up my seats and shit Tryna count my money right, she keep on doing freaky shit Brother called, she just acting like she ain't even seen that shit Sometimes I just think to myself like Damn he need to leave that bitch, but fuck it He keep dropping money on her tryna keep the bitch, she fucking Bro treat that hoe like a Queen, but me I treat that hoe like nothing He be dropping songs pillow talking, tryna keep her from me That won't do nothing dawg Don't you know that hoe wanna fuck my money I ain't got shit for her, I ain't got shit for her, dog I promise Pussy Water Pool, I call when I get bored and she coming Eat it out the bone, she gone' lock her jaw when she suck it Ima send her home as soon as I bust it, yeah Four for two with the Forbal shoes, they for my steering wheel On they ass, I won't get off they ass, bitch I'm still still I'm still smooth, bitch I'm way too cool with no record deal They know a fool, damn that Boy get loose and he get off them pills Get macho like I'm Randy Savage Guap pit, I'm a money addict Hoes walkin' around the mansion I got bows inside the attic Take they phone, drop no addy She got tired, and popped the addy Never knew her in my life, wanna be my wife, she call me daddy
Writer(s): Keshawn Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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