Lyrics

Lordz... Aye (Dime baby, aye, huh) Pushin' 10 hunnit gotta problem, nigga make it known Nigga if my shooter wasn't down, you wouldn't have made it home Put they brother down did niggas slide, no they made a post Bitch you ain't no shooter, stop fronting, zaya take his pole Bitch you ain't that nigga like that, that bitch ah set you up Sit outside yo spot you come out, then we gon wet you up My niggas came from nun' my nigga, so please don't flex with us You let that bitch get to you nigga, she really bettered blood Up yo pole bitch ain't no fadin', Chucky don't go for that I can't put my trust in no nigga, whoever told a fact Never ever failed onna lick, bitch all I know is lash Last bitch that tried to set a play, we got on her ass I can't even name me a time, that I done gave a pass I can't even name a sucka rhyme, that really even gas I remember gettin' on niggas, when they came innat jam Remember niggas stayed in they cell, when politics was ran Glock 40. and it's been clean, this bitch ah never jam All you doin' is givin' her dick, that shit ah never last Ion wanna fuck on no bitch, that can't bring in a bag All these bitches blowin' my line, got niggas bitches mad Boy you out here fuckin on bitches, that ain't gon never pay You lettin' that bitch sit around broke, tell her to bust a date All that negativity bitch, like get the fuck away Let a bitch start fuckin' with suckas, she gettin' cut today Bro just spent a band onnat chop, that he gon' flip for more Cheesin' niggas whips, got niggas hidin', niggas skippin' loads Thought I was gon stay in da hood, no bitch I'm skippin' homes Cus every time I dropped me a shot, bitch they knew where to go Cuddie ru went down for a homi', they said he smoked da bitch All you see is holes in they loads, like we was pokin' shit You are not no vet as no shooter, so you can't hold the stick Yo brother out here tellin' on niggas, and you promote the shit Cuddie ru went down for a homi', they said he smoked da bitch All you see is holes in they loads, like we was pokin' shit You are not no vet as no shooter, so you can't hold the stick Yo brother out here tellin' on niggas, and you promote the shit Other side bangin' niggas dissin', got em' televised Bitch yo brother died, stop postin' bitch nigga slide Onna gram they seem hella hard, but niggas really shy My east niggas chased bro out his feet, and I'll never lie Niggas always askin' for shit, like lemme hold sum' Weird nigga, you are not Lordz, so you can't hold nun' Niggas out here claimin' they hot, boy you ain't blow nun' Check the board for what, bitch nigga you ain't score nun' Niggas always askin' for shit, like lemme hold sum' Weird nigga, you are not Lordz, so you can't hold nun' Niggas out here claimin' they hot, boy you ain't blow nun' Check the board for what, bitch nigga you ain't score nun'
Writer(s): Jayden Laughlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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