Lyrics
Damn, and she begging to touch it
On f*** s*** bet that I up it
No BBL shawty just got a lil butt lift
I just do what I do not discuss it
Everything I do tell me she love it
Just a whole lot of butt kiss, get the f*** on yo knees bih suck it
OGK The Gang
Whole bunch of hoes I'm tempted
All that ass and she ain't trying to bend it
She a pro do that s*** real splendid
Shouldn't compete you should know I'ma win it
F*** them n****s I don't try to blend in
OGK on the soul OGK on the pendant
What you gon do with them racks spend it
Don't do paragraphs hoe I'ma skim it
'Bout them dollars we'll get you touched, On my momma OGK been us
Don't wanna do nun else with you but f***, Kinda icky I'm straight out that mud
Zander ask if I got him I told his a** trust any beat he send f*** up
All these hits we make make a whole lot of bucks, Think I'm hoe made I just like f****** on sluts
I was bullsh**ting at first, Top I'm at first
Crew on my back now my back hurt
White b**** want me to black her but I can't black her I only f*** on the blacks first
I know she f*** with me ain't gotta ask her, No love beat her s*** raw I'ma tap her
All that typing they doing I know that that Mac hurt
Cross that line and I'm sending them Mac bursts
Eughhh, cross that line and I'm sending that s***
I could beat from the back throw that b**** off the rope and I guarantee that I'ma finish her s***
Swear I don't want your heart girl I just want your throat
Give her six mean shots on my sinister s***
Come on girl baptize me I'ma hop in your water and let it be known you my minister b****
Ain't got no one to lean on, S*** too fat how do you put them jeans on
Pockets too stacked f***ed up seams you see them
Fa fa fa take some of his genomes
Fa fa fa swear that you gon die wherever we catch you at you finna bleed on
Hit the dash on the comp I ain't even say bye only s*** they heard me say was "we gone"
Eughhh, whole bunch of rocks b****
Hood b**** f*** on the block s***
She wanna go again, Gave her top d***
You can be anything but not this
OGK my n****s on Mob s*** and I jack her bad say my b****
And my NY n****s stay flocking they'll knock yo s*** straight down no knocking
'Bout them dollars we'll get you touched, On my momma OGK been us
Don't wanna do nun else with you but f***, Kinda icky I'm straight out that mud
Zander ask if I got him I told his a** trust any beat he send f*** up
All these hits we make make a whole lot of bucks, Think I'm hoe made I just like f****** on sluts
Eughhh, Zander sent that pack through
Tuna can yo a** we'll pack you
Couple of hits from getting a statue
Better not lack can't pause if we clap you
Eughhh and she like when I Eughhh
Yeah I got to go get it Eughhh
Start this song when I'm in it Eughhh
Ouuu, yeah she do that s*** bueno
Let me show they a** how this lil game go
She wanna groove I told her let's tango
Let's hop in a coupe money on flamingo
Money on the roof I been going stupid
Been one not the two n**** but you knew this
Whenever I drop all them n****s lose it
Bunch of wins man we don't do the losing
Which man shawty a** stay choosing
Which man n****s know I'm better than
Ain't comp f*** it n**** let em in
Ain't caught the ball let em settle in
Won't say it's a** how I tell em then
No car f*** n****s peddling
Bunch of stars all around my men
Playfield I ain't never letting in
(On God)
Eughhh
Writer(s): Isaiah Booker
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