Lyrics

(AllDay) roll that motherfuckin' weed up Look, look (JTK) Bitch (roll that up right now) Back up in my prime again (I need to get high) Uh Uh, I ain't got no filter like a vehicle with no AC I might run up on your nigga, ho, I'm black and, bitch, don't play with me, huh (bitch, I'm black) Why would I go back and forth with bitches that ain't up with me? (Why you would I go-?) You ain't got no money, ho, and all your niggas ugly, the fuck? (They don't got no funds) Hmm, BD (bitch) You stuck in the 'Raq, bitch, I'm at BET on TV, huh (I'm on TV) They can't keep up with me, I'm Sha'Carri, I got quick feet (I'm Sha'Carri) You can't get up with me, I stay spinnin' niggas like they CDs, huh Damn, go get 'em, Drench (go get 'em) I see all these bitches rappin' now, but they can't rap like this (they can't rap like this) Born a hustler, if I lose it all, bet they can't trap like this (bet they can't) I'm the muscle, but if my towel fall, they still won't top my shit (ah) I got bitches hatin' me because I'm me, but that's they problem, though But I get to the top, watch how they fall in line like dominos (fall in line) Huh, you wanna be my nigga? Then you gotta play your role (you do) 'Cause I got niggas I never text, and they still wanna lick my toes, huh Yeah, still wanna lick my crack (crack) 'Cause I got niggas I keep ignorin', and they still be up my back (they do) Eye candy, piece of art, he wanna lick on my tats (uh-huh) Bare with me, bae, I be too high, I ain't good at textin' back (no) I ain't got no filter like a vehicle with no AC I might run up on your nigga, ho, I'm black and, bitch, don't play with me, huh (bitch, I'm black) Why would I go back and forth with bitches that ain't up with me? (Why you would I go-?) You ain't got no money, ho, and all your niggas ugly, the fuck? (They don't got no funds) Hmm, BD (bitch) You stuck in the 'Raq, bitch, I'm at BET on TV, huh (I'm on TV) They can't keep up with me, I'm Sha'Carri, I got quick feet (I'm Sha'Carri) You can't get up with me, I stay spinnin' niggas like they CDs, huh Foenem (on foenem) Bitch, we don't give a fuck about your boyfriend, we'll smoke him (we'll smoke his ass) Get a lil' money, swear they turnt now, I was turnt before them We ain't bringin' no new niggas 'round this motion, we don't know them Still might hit Lake Shore in a foreign with a bad lil' bitch in a four-fimp (skrrt, yeah) Everybody love how I pop my shit, yeah, I talk like a pimp, got no limp (no limp) Ten K for a nigga drip, you know drenched, blood got a switch that go drench (grr) Hoes on my body like lotion, get her pussy wet like an ocean, I'm so rich Everybody with me drunk, had the gang link up at the club, spent 60 bucks Any ho think they tough, don't call my bluff, or I'll have Buckzz beat you up Don't play us none of your stuff, think that shit suck, fuck he want a feature for? Remember we was on the block stuck, now my clique up, everybody wanna leech on us I ain't got no filter like a vehicle with no AC I might run up on your nigga, ho, I'm black and, bitch, don't play with me, huh (bitch, I'm black) Why would I go back and forth with bitches that ain't up with me? (Why you would I go-?) You ain't got no money, ho, and all your niggas ugly, the fuck? (They don't got no funds) Hmm, BD (bitch) You stuck in the 'Raq, bitch, I'm at BET on TV, huh (I'm on TV) They can't keep up with me, I'm Sha'Carri, I got quick feet (I'm Sha'Carri) You can't get up with me, I stay spinnin' niggas like they CDs, huh
Writer(s): Jordan Tyrece Knight, Ray Ramey Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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