Lyrics

Fah, fah, fah Yeah That little bitch she bad I tell her hold up We be trapping Motorola Throwing bracelets just like Loba She be doin Coca-Cola In the back of my Toyota Got me tripping, got me leaning Pouring ounces in my soda That little bitch she bad I tell her hold up We be trapping Motorola Throwing bracelets just like Loba She be doin Coca-Cola In the back of my Toyota Got me tripping, got me leaning Pouring ounces in my soda That lil bih got me locked in like a motherfucking mission Got a team full of shooters bitch we feel just like the Pistons And we got all black jeans topped off with the fitted Every time she coming up I put her down just like some written Screaming oh god, oh god, like she was a Christian Animal control, how I'm beating up the kitten Well, I don't give a fuck cuz I'm always right I'll let you come through and we count up like 123, baby come with me I can give you what you need Then we hit the street Then we Rip off Drift off Hip off Dip off Baby come with me cuz your boyfriend a rip off That little bitch she bad I tell her hold up We be trapping Motorola Throwing bracelets just like Loba She be doin Coca-Cola In the back of my Toyota Got me tripping, got me leaning Pouring ounces in my soda That little bitch she bad I tell her hold up We be trapping Motorola Throwing bracelets just like Loba She be doin Coca-Cola In the back of my Toyota Got me tripping, got me leaning Pouring ounces in my soda
Writer(s): Brian Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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