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I'm shaking shit like im a tambourine Im wiping bitches up thought i was Mr. Clean Bitches gargle nuts im in the mouth just like some Listerine You cant call my bluff I'm really mean, ain't no pretendin' be Hangin' around too many bitches, I can't mix that energy Nigga on my body, ain't feelin' him but shit, he feelin' me Like a fish up out the lake, I got this nigga reelin me Thought I was his opp, the way he drillin' me Shootin' up the club, this nigga killin' me Ayy, ain't goin' hard enough Nigga, this my motherfuckin' year, these niggas startin' somethin 2024, might sign a deal, I'm on the blog or somethin We had Druski, postin' "Nah Fr" Hottest song up in the city, shit, it damn near hit a mil Huh? This shit is damn near hit a mil I'm tryin' to get the racks, feed the family, and buy a bigger crib I done burped so many bitches, on they chest, just like a bib Hoes be off brand, like a bitch Mountain Lion, Dr. Pibb Bitch, I'm the biggest, kicking hoes out like evictions Would've thought my name was Raven, way that I can see the vision I'm at the motherfuckin' top, and I don't see no competition And they gon' choose me every time, and I ain't even have to audition I'm shakin' shit like I'm a tambourine Im wiping bitches up thought I was Mr. Clean Bitches gargle nuts im in they mouth just like some Listerine You can't call my bluff, really, me, ain't no pretend to be Hangin' around too many bitches, I can't mix that energy Nigga on my body, feelin' him, but shit, he feelin' me Like a fish up off the lake, I got this nigga reelin' me Thought I was his opp, the way he drillin' me Shootin' up the club, this nigga killin' me Ayy, I'm tryin' to see what type of mode I'm in I'm movin' in this bitch, I'm strikin' shit just like some bowling pins I'm smokin' all that gas, and bitch, the wood is what I'm rollin' in Old ass niggas in my comments, would've thought these bitches trollin' in Ayy, what you gon' do? They said you gon' do what, the who And you lookin' for a big Naeedy, Naeedy ain't lookin' for you And if you see the fuckin' don, she might be postin' with her crew And if you see the fuckin' don, she might be postin' with her I'm shakin' shit like I'm a tambourine I'm wipin' bitches up, thought I was Mr. Clean Bitches gargle nuts in they mouth like some Listerine You can't call my bluffin', really, me, ain't no pretend to be Hangin' around too many bitches, I can't mix that energy Nigga on my body, feelin' him, but shit, he feelin' me Like a fish up off the lake, I got this nigga reelin' me Thought I was his opp, the way he drillin' me Shootin' up the club, this nigga killin' me Ayy, ain't goin' hard enough Nigga, this my motherfuckin' year, these niggas startin' somethin 2024, might sign a deal, I'm on the blog or somethin We had Druski postin' "Nah Fr" Hottest song up in the city, shit, and damn, near hit a mill This shit, and damn, near hit a mill I'm tryin' to get them racks to feed the family and, buy a bigger crib I done burped so many bitches on they chest just like a bib Bitches off brand like a bitch, mountain lion, Dr. Pibb Dr. Pibb, nigga
Writer(s): Jenae Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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