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Hey, hey, hey Ugh, hey, ugh Look, ugh And I can't call you boss if you ain't gave a M to me Don't got no time for no friends or no enemies Niggas is bitches I'm peeping they energy I know they plotting they thinking bout ending me Don't call me fam if you really ain't kin to me I'm really him and you niggas pretend to be I spin the block like Im riding with bout ten of me Don't take a loss Lil' bitch you a win to me Big belts, big chains, big whip, big crib that I'm sitting in Bad bitch, cute friends, smart mouth but they body pay dividends Spring water, dive in, back stroke, say she love when a nigga swim Niggas be mad cause they bitches is into him Shorty alike him like Tito her synonym Work name was cinnamon, she like the bread in my pocket I told her let's roll Don't want a trophy wife, I want a ghetto bitch dressed like a Emmy I drape her in gold Me I'm too thorough to fall out or fade bout a bitch If you love her than you love a hoe But if you tweaking or act like you tough round this bitch then just know that I ride with that pole And I can't call you boss if you ain't gave a M to me Don't got no time for no friends or no enemies Niggas is bitches I'm peeping they energy I know they plotting they thinking bout ending me Don't call me fam if you really ain't kin to me I'm really him and you niggas pretend to be I spin the block like Im riding with bout 10 of me Don't take a loss Lil' bitch you a win to me And I can't call you boss if you ain't gave a M to me Don't got no time for no friends or no enemies Niggas is bitches I'm peeping they energy I know they plotting they thinking bout ending me Don't call me fam if you really ain't kin to me I'm really him and you niggas pretend to be I spin the block like Im riding with bout 10 of me Don't take a loss Lil' bitch you a win to me If she want that Birkin bag imma get it She down to catch a charge for her nigga She always off the bars when we sipping She want the foreign cars when we whipping Niggas been talking bout taking my chain they run up and they meet the .forty five Choppa leave holes bout the size of a onion ring nigga That's hoops in ya hoe side Come with that Bama like roll tide Hop in the ghost that's a yo-kai Ring bout the size of the AFC title like I took the Bengals to Sofi Boy that's a Chidobe, Higgins, Ja'Marr and some Joes All of this money, no time for no hoes Hundreds and thousands on diamonds and clothes And you niggas be hating, I ride with the pole If I pull that bitch then I aim for the skull Hot tempered niggas get left out and cold If you get jammed by the cops bout the body Don't falter my nigga, just stick to the code All of this money I put into teeth and the chains hanging off of my neck Don't come approach me with none of that fuck shit my nigga Like Nike just come with a check bitch And I can't call you boss if you ain't gave a M to me Don't got no time for no friends or no enemies Niggas is bitches I'm peeping they energy I know they plotting they thinking bout ending me Don't call me fam if you really ain't kin to me I'm really him and you niggas pretend to be I spin the block like Im riding with bout 10 of me Don't take a loss Lil' bitch you a win to me And I can't call you boss if you ain't gave a M to me Don't got no time for no friends or no enemies Niggas is bitches I'm peeping they energy I know they plotting they thinking bout ending me Don't call me fam if you really ain't kin to me I'm really him and you niggas pretend to be I spin the block like Im riding with bout ten of me Don't take a loss Lil' bitch you a win to me Can't call you boss if you ain't gave a M to me Don't got no time for no friends or no enemies Niggas is bitches I'm peeping they energy I know they plotting they thinking bout ending me Don't call me fam if you really ain't kin to me I'm really him and you niggas pretend to be I spin the block like Im riding with bout ten of me Don't take a loss Lil' bitch you a win to me
Writer(s): Sean Greaten Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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