Lyrics

Murder Leather Cords Badmon, when you see me, what you have to do Bow down, real prince, them's the purple dude Respect, big tech and I pull it too Tough shot, nine pop and I get at you Man down, man down, what your partner do? Young nigga, young nigga, where your posse crew? Hoes with us, y'all niggas not winners Them are gold diggers, dig gold, go figure, nigga Nine shooter, nine shooter, roll with your crew Batty boy, batty boy, and the family too Pussyhole, menstruate when I aim at you With tall chopper, Shaq shot, number 32 Rude boy, rude gal, dirty rhythm now Parachute, find the boat, find the river now Corduroy, clock your boot, khaki suit now Don Dada, tough gang, army unit now Bread winner, bread winners, bread winner Money sandwiches, cheese, bread, and lettuce Let us all get it, we got it You better catch up with us, Chi-Town gorilla, nigga Ride with us, dirt road, four-wheelers On big dubs, my nigga, my nigga Got love for ya, ball with you, die with you On call nigga, fuck with me, fuck with me, nigga Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, shawty Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, nigga Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, shawty Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, nigga It's a party, my nigga, pour up That's a big cup, make a nigga throw up What their set is don't matter, all love That's always, yes sir, yes sir, uh Smoke something, pour a four, sip with a nigga Ride clean, peel off, get with a nigga Who you know? What they sayin'? What they selling to you? Fuck you mean? Where you been? I ain't fucking with you Damn, I make them go crazy I say damn, I make them go love me Damn, I make them go crazy Damn, I make them go love me
Writer(s): Kene Ekwunife Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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