Lyrics

My brodie got the moves I got the sauce, we bout to do numbers Blue cheese, whole lotta green like some cucumbers Back when I was broke That's when bitches use to sleep on me Now I pop out in RL and double G on me Chain cold enough to make a thot bitch sneeze on it They hate it they cant fake it They get sad when they see sweets coming I ain't even bothered by no haters I don't see em honestly But I know they watching They ion see it but I keep it on me Look all you want but don't touch You worried bout a bitch I could really give two fucks Why would I worried bout a slut When I sit back and run it up Lil bitch pop perk, now she tryna suck I drip in the best get a mop wipe it up Lil bro got a play, get the card swipe it up Tryna hand mea cup make sure it's spiked up I don't wanna hear yo voice lil bitch light up Soon as we get good, We gone meet a bust down King of the sauce gone and hand me the crown Walk around by myself, i'm the man in my town She like when I talk, her panties they drown Crumble with the za Woods hitting like Pacquiao Pack too loud Mama yelling, turn that down I ain't even smoke it in the house Ma I broke the pack down I was high as fuck I hit the mail box when I backed out Bitch tryna kick it I don't kick it I make money moves I'm tryna hit her for some Lou's Or two pair of Gabbana shoes Or should I take her too a lot So she can get lil sweets a car They heard she did that shit for me They say lil Twocci got that drop And she got that gwap Got that top and she sloppy with it I was post to smash her than pass her But she got addicted She was tryna fuck me then cuff me But she never mentioned she had a bitch the whole time She call that girl her babysitter Bitch You ain't shit uh Hell nah we cant lay up and take no pics uh Hell nah we cant take bro on no lick uh And u know I get a buck like Melo with the knicks uh Niggas watch me like i'm CNN Cause i'm coming with some power like i'm Ben 10 Ion really fuck with niggas unless yo name Benjamin Tap in with the team so we can get it in Niggas laugh at everything, won't laugh cause they broke Niggas what you laughing for? Nigga you are the joke Lil mama know what's on my mind Yea she know i'm tryna poke Hit her in all white, I was drenched like the pope Nigga i'm too clean, hand sanitizer no soap Niggas tryna ride my wave, i'm too far on the boat In the bottom of the ocean, dick deep in her throat Still making plays touch down when I throw I don't even laugh at niggas I just keeping upping the score When they think I fell off, here I go with that roll They be tryna lock in, but I ain't tryna be the coach Too much money ain't enough So i'ma keep getting that dough Got it all over the floor and she like it I make her pick it up 3 grams in my woods, yea i like em double stuff I blew a slab this week I got thru 3 of them a month I ain't finna sale you none cause you ain't paying what I want
Writer(s): Thomas Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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