Lyrics

Yeah Wait Yeah Yeah I walk in with the night on baby Still look good with the light on baby Can't get left cause your right on baby We'll look good make a nice little baby All they rap is cap I know that All I rap is facts I know that Max so max so lax I know that Racks on racks on racks I throw that Yeah Ventura on that hoe I pull up to Ventura on that hoe Yeah Ventura on that hoe Wait I think I got Ventura on that hoe Shitty like I ain't heard of a potty Kick it like I ain't heard of karate Shawty want me take control of her body She wanted to ride it I gave her consignment She wanna Aktivated I told her ignite it She think I'm a rebel She wanna get rowdy She say that she's loving the way that I carrying my pockets And love how my voice is melodic I told her I got it Come get it, I got it Get rid of your baggage girl Get rid of your millage Get rid of your stylist We finna go wilding We finna deposit paychecks, Alizé and safe sex Wasted, face check I walk in with the night on baby Still look good with the light on baby Cant get left cause your right on baby We'll look good make a nice little baby All they rap is cap I know that All I rap is facts I know that Max so max so lax I know that Racks on racks on racks I throw that Yeah Ventura on that hoe I pull up to Ventura on that hoe Yeah Ventura on that hoe Wait I think I got Ventura on that hoe Yeah Yeah Yeah Whipped cream, pocket stuffed Eating good, Pot Luck Haters say I got too much I don't think I got enough And I keep a lot of green I'm a chief, I'm a W33Z C- notes, all I see Being broke R.I.P Whipped cream, pocket stuffed Eating good, Pot Luck Haters say I got too much I don't think I got enough Wait And I keep a lot of green I'm a chief, I'm a W33Z C-notes, all I see Being broke R.I.P I walk in with the night on baby Still look Still look Still look Still look Still look Still look good with the light on baby Good night little baby All they rap is cap I know that All I rap is facts I know that Max so max so lax I know that Racks on racks on racks I throw that Yeah Ventura on that I pull up to Ventura on that (wait) Yeah Ventura on that hoe (wait) I think I got Ventura on that hoe Yeah Whipped cream, pocket stuffed Yeah, I know that Think I got enough Too much And I keep a lot of green Being broke R.I.P Yeah
Writer(s): Joshua Abia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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