Lyrics

Come and give that throat bitch My gang is having Motion Automatic steady scoring Demon engine burning Foreigns Fuck them tires floor it All my gang shoot shit like Jordan Smoking Zaza Soarin My life is not boring Money to important Money got these bitche whroing I keep Glizzys not a Taurus I was trappin fuck them chores Bitch I am a l young lord I keep guns not swords Shoot a nigga off a skate board I can never fuck with fake whores Me and gangg Fin ago aboard Top floor tour we up ona score I got a gang member still doing kick doors Havin this money and twin is like ditto I'm in New York really fuckin with riddle Broke nigga u still the man in the middle Shut up lil nigga your pockets too lil You not the family I'm gonna kill you You want me to talk bitch I gotta bill you Throw a fuck nigga off of the building Counting these racks up to a million Money took all of my feelings All I see is blood ima a villain Ima take all my bloods to the ceiling Bankroll do all the healing Come and give that throat bitch My gang is having Motion Automatic steady scoring Demon engine burning Foreigns Fuck them tires floor it All my gang shoot shit like Jordan Smoking Zaza Soarin My life is not boring Money to important Money got these bitche whroing I keep Glizzys not a Taurus I was trappin fuck them chores Bitch I am a l young lord I keep guns not swords Shoot a nigga off a skate board
Writer(s): Nayya Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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