Lyrics

So what's good with it First year of my college Girl what's poppin Sorta should with it She ain't built to fish But got the hook Know t crazy Boutta wrap it up Like I'm boutta cook Captain Hook Ass On the table Now it's on the hub I ain't really one to take it out But she just bought the grub Then she claimin that she fell in love Then pop off at the club Well okay Guess I'll spicy it up And add one to the cut So the fuck you think is goin on The fuck you think is it up We'll okay Let's play expedition I ain't trynna wear a rock My trigger finger inchin And you claiming that you want the smoke But beef be in the kitchen Or jassaric park we up With T Cause this that Rex edition Woah I'm boutta flex your mistress She ain't catching me without it cause it's been efficient On my d like how it taste first date she been addicted Out on us state to state and the tires spinning Hey How you been Heard you seen All my shit Hey Let's get it Then you'll see Who I am But here I am Never one to really be in classes Dont fuck up the bag If shawty bad Just always keep a ratchet I ain't really one to flex a gun But if you think you fast You could hear a blast And not step back And really get that ass Heard you talkin smack But stepping back and Not gettin into it Heard your ex man was bust always acting foolish But know t crazy ain't the one that could be caught up stupid But Im a little crazy and I'm a lil a nuisance So if you trynna chop it up and cut it up and screw it I got all the tools inside the bag So Fuck okay let's do it
Writer(s): Tomas R Bowring Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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