Lyrics

Ayee Ayee Bitch What They say why puma mean so rude Cause these niggas wanna make me food 30s or better you know how we do Free Iceey boy hang out the coupe How you outside aint making no loot (Bum) He a lookout since that's all he do Fuck from around he aint making no moves Haa what Look wock then gang get to tweaking Boy dumb think we catching a beating If he talk hot then we send him home bleeding Call me tom Brady cuz I throw he receive it Puma maan there's only one of me Type of nigga ya niggas wanna be All my All my All my sons Big body swerve threw the lane Riding in the back just waiting to flame All my All my All my guns This shit just getting too crazy So I keep that shit with me on a daily Ask if I got it on me Maybe Try me get rocked like a baby Bitch say she wanna see me Pay me If not kick rocks no freebies Baby man a ooter like he play for the d league We both got 24 hours aint hearing no excuse bitch Get get you some loot bitch Niggas keep asking for that new shit
Writer(s): Nicholas Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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