Lyrics

I like my clothes baggy I like my hoes nappy Headed natural happy Afro comb black sheep (Ouuuuu) She got vision and classy Homegirls party in the back seat Back then ain't show love now you wanna dap me (Ouuuuu) Run it run it run it up like a gym Bally's Track and field athlete She might call me daddy (Ouuuuu) Papi Underdog I do it for the family Capeesh Or comprenda do you know what that mean Do you know what that mean Back in highschool road in backseat I don't need no vaccine I been ill before the pandi (Ouuuuu) I been running plays and you can tell that they can't compete If I run a route check my feet turf in the cleats I been chasing a dream I been on my bullshit and I got a full head of steam They aint have my back when I had there's like I was spleen I got them drugs and show love I can turn you to fiend Cash rules everything around me I get cream And I be mowing all my grass and like my pockets its green I run to a check I know I'm blessed and I got no fatigue Cutting all the snakes of even ones that's in trees Now there blood on the leaves I like my clothes baggy I like my hoes nappy Headed natural happy Afro comb black sheep (Ouuuuu) She got vision and classy Homegirls party in the back seat Back then ain't show love now you wanna dap me (Ouuuuu) Run it run it run it up like a gym Bally's Track and field athlete She might call me daddy (Ouuuuu) Papi Underdog I do it for the family Capeesh Or comprenda do you know what that mean Money make the world go round Money Make you run a mile Money make you wanna smile Money make my momma proud Money buy my pops a Bentley Money make these niggas envy Thoughs if I had plenty My soul the richest thing in me She got derriere She gone ask me why I stare Why you care Im to slick and I'm to player Smoke in air Life ain't fair Just know I love your natural hair Don't say nun let me glare You look like GOD I need prayer Give me 10 years I'll be the mayor She like backwoods got box braids I was tryna beat it up like run fades Like boxing ring not giving rings my phone rings she like hey I'm to busy I can't talk in the studio like all day Don't front you know my name I like my clothes baggy I like my hoes nappy Headed natural happy Afro comb black sheep (Ouuuuu) She got vision and classy Homegirls party in the back seat Back then ain't show love now you wanna dap me (Ouuuuu) Run it run it run it up like a gym Bally's Track and field athlete She might call me daddy (Ouuuuu) Papi Underdog I do it for the family Capeesh Or comprenda do you know what that mean
Writer(s): Victor Daggs, Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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