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Now ain't no guy slicker Than this young fly nigga Got yo bitch doing tricks soon as she come by nigga Now I'm flexing on him like 100 reps He talking shit but it's under breath He just mad I got his baby mama On my table tops in her underwear Like yea ho, I'm too playa ho Better watch what you saying ho Told her if she ain't gon let me hit What the fuck is you staring fo' Say lil mama, gone take a pic Make sho you catch all the drip Later on Ima take her home Make sho you catch all the drip I can't call it, shit you got it bruh Just a squirrel tryna get a nut Draped up Dripped out Sauced down Fly as fuck Catch the wave or they drown it 'Member when they use to clown pimpin Now they wanna be down bad Cause they down bad wit they clown ass If you knew better you'd do better Better watch for that new fella Gold chain on the crew sweater And yo boo said I make her mood better SuperFly vs whoever Trill nigga I'm a mood forever Watch yo mouth when you talk to me Wit that disrespect, you lil goofy heffa Stop Playing Wit Me Aye Stop Playing Wit Me Uh, Uh Lil Bitch Stop Playing Wit Me Yea, Yea Stop Playing Wit Me Uh, Uh Lil Bitch Stop Playing Wit Me Uhh All my bitches talk to me in different tones So each one that call me get a different tone Ay good dick make her lose that attitude Yea plus she buy me shit to show her gratitude I'm a pimp in my own right Feeling like a young Dolemite Slick talk like I'm Rudy Ray Texas baller like Rudy Gay I'm a lover not a fighter baby Tell them boys put the tool away Chill wit all that hating baby Please don't fuck up my mood today We 2-step I never cut a rug I ain't tryna fuck up my shoes today But yo shoes by the front door Hurry up bitch yo Uber waiting Too clean to be sweating dawg I mean I'm too clean to ever sweat ya dawg Drip hard I swear to God I'm a synagogue in a sweater dawg Boys done forgot who I am Please name a nigga better than The Indie Spring Jam veteran I need a Core94 letterman Amir Diamond told me keep shining Bigg Fatts said keep grinding Scotty Raps know this shit timeless I'm name dropping for you dick riders A made nigga on my own tho Fly Behavior my clothes ho 2-3 Or the 3-2 Either way I'm in the zone ho Off hand what I'm steering wit Pimp hand on her inner thigh She look at me like I'm a different guy Bitch I been the man don't get surprised Stop Playing Wit Me Aye Stop Playing Wit Me Uh, Uh Lil Bitch Stop Playing Wit Me Yea, Yea Stop Playing Wit Me Uh, Uh Lil Bitch Stop Playing Wit Me
Writer(s): Shamarcus Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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