Lyrics

(Jiggi? No one calls you that) I'll tell y'all, ayy, man, keep your eyes open, Don't trust these niggas, like for real they, they sheisty Uno I killed it Walk around one deep, O-N-E Walk around one deep, A-C-G Anybody get it, nigga, that's on me Big bags of the gas, but we call it Irene Eyes bloodshot, can you get the Visine? Three bad hoes, hard for deciding These niggas be hating, but reciting My diamonds they hit, and it's like ting Yeah, yeah, fuck 12 and fuck the system My bro get locked up, we thought that he went missing I consider the .40 my bitch And there is no bitch badder than my bitch And you can learn something, better pay attention I pay her no mind, she pay me in respect You work hard, put a brick on your wrist You trying too hard, stop it, quit it I heard that boy on his shit They trying to stop Uno's shine like eclipse I go up like butterfly doors on the whip She got a lil' coke on her nose and her lip Beyblade clip, the clip gon' rip Flame it a lil', the chopper gon' spit Three hoes, six lips on my dick You want a hug, you get a kiss Walk around one deep, O-N-E Walk around one deep, A-C-G Anybody get it, nigga, that's on me Big bags of the gas, but we call it Irene Eyes bloodshot, can you get the Visine? Three bad hoes, hard for deciding These niggas be hating, but reciting My diamonds they hit, and it's like ting Yeah, yeah, these niggas square, shaped like a TV Don't trust that ho, 'cause she been DP-d These niggas sweet, yeah, they green-green I'm on the beat, I feel like DP I'm not greedy, want green like Luigi Love the demons, don't play with the Ouija Bitches just all want love, they actin' like Kiki In the back of the club, gettin' drunk for the free-free And the bitch wanna snack, a lil' sample, a see-see She gon' suck 'til the suck come out of this peepee Niggas ain't big dawg, these niggas peewee No Gucci Gang but your ho gettin' GG Ho that you bang, we ain't totin' that fefe She ain't a thot, she say she a eat-eat Pourin' a lot, right out the pt. Yeah, straight drop Walk around one deep, O-N-E Walk around one deep, A-C-G Anybody get it, nigga, that's on me Big bags of the gas, but we call it Irene Eyes bloodshot, can you get the Visine? Three bad hoes, hard for deciding These niggas be hating, but reciting My diamonds they hit, and it's like ting Yeah yeah, fuck 12 and fuck the system My bro get locked up, we thought that he went missing I consider the .40 my bitch And there is no bitch badder than my bitch And you can learn something, better pay attention I pay her no mind, she pay me in respect You work hard, put a brick on your wrist You trying too hard, stop it, quit it
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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