Off the rip I seen her walking through the hall
She had some Jordans on so I knew that she liked to ball
I'm speaking running game
And for these niggas she won't fall
So I gotta figure out what play that I'm finna call
Heard the way she speaking I think that she sounding good
Ain't like these Washingtonians sound like she from the hood
She ain't peep me yet but don't get it misunderstood
Mrs bag a bitch got motion she like catch me if you could
Told her lil friend to put in word cause I'm wanting on
I ain't worried bout no niggas cause they see that I'm the one
I know that if I f*ck it aint no one and done
I'm spinning back from that today now she calling me Don
I'm talking Corleone all of New York know I'm a menace
I'm hitting this shit back to back just like I'm playing tennis
I'm moving Vick to Vill but got the final stop in Venice
I test and play these hoes these niggas know me as the chemist
Her twin gave me the number so I know I'm sliding in
Ain't tryna f*ck shit up cause if I hit it's ten for ten
Bitch start acting smooth I'm like here we go again
She start talking like she tryna f*ck I'm tryna find out when
Fast forward through some months we got this shit on lock
We done battled through some shit and I found out she for the block
She tryna change her ways but she be moving with the flock
I can tell by how she act so a nigga not even shocked
We f*ckin back to back and day to day yeah it sound nice
But telling this shit truthfully it all come at a price
Giving it my all every ounce to be precise
This shit gone drain you out if you ain't hearing my advice
You gotta sell your soul and in return you get to f*ck the bitch
Bagged the girl I want so now I gotta be above this shit
Gotta work hard oouu
Gotta work hard to keep the bitch on my constructive shit
To explain a lil more I break her walls and beat her down
But that's only in them sheets sometimes I'm thinking I might drown
I always hype her up aint leave her looking like no clown
Never take her for a hoe cause my baby gone keep the crown
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Off the rip I seen her walking through the hall
She had some Jordans on so I knew that she liked to ball
I'm speaking running game
And for these niggas she won't fall
So I gotta figure out what play that I'm finna call
Heard the way she speaking I think that she sounding good
Ain't like these Washingtonians sound like she from the hood
She ain't peep me yet but don't get it misunderstood
Mrs bag a bitch got motion she like catch me if you could
Told her lil friend to put in word cause I'm wanting on
I ain't worried bout no niggas cause they see that I'm the one
I know that if I f*ck it aint no one and done
I'm spinning back from that today now she calling me Don
I'm talking Corleone all of New York know I'm a menace
I'm hitting this shit back to back just like I'm playing tennis
I'm moving Vick to Vill but got the final stop in Venice
I test and play these hoes these niggas know me as the chemist
Her twin gave me the number so I know I'm sliding in
Ain't tryna f*ck shit up cause if I hit it's ten for ten
Bitch start acting smooth I'm like here we go again
She start talking like she tryna f*ck I'm tryna find out when
Fast forward through some months we got this shit on lock
We done battled through some shit and I found out she for the block
She tryna change her ways but she be moving with the flock
I can tell by how she act so a nigga not even shocked
We f*ckin back to back and day to day yeah it sound nice
But telling this shit truthfully it all come at a price
Giving it my all every ounce to be precise
This shit gone drain you out if you ain't hearing my advice
You gotta sell your soul and in return you get to f*ck the bitch
Bagged the girl I want so now I gotta be above this shit
Gotta work hard oouu
Gotta work hard to keep the bitch on my constructive shit
To explain a lil more I break her walls and beat her down
But that's only in them sheets sometimes I'm thinking I might drown
I always hype her up aint leave her looking like no clown
Never take her for a hoe cause my baby gone keep the crown
She had some Jordans on so I knew that she liked to ball
I'm speaking running game
And for these niggas she won't fall
So I gotta figure out what play that I'm finna call
Heard the way she speaking I think that she sounding good
Ain't like these Washingtonians sound like she from the hood
She ain't peep me yet but don't get it misunderstood
Mrs bag a bitch got motion she like catch me if you could
Told her lil friend to put in word cause I'm wanting on
I ain't worried bout no niggas cause they see that I'm the one
I know that if I f*ck it aint no one and done
I'm spinning back from that today now she calling me Don
I'm talking Corleone all of New York know I'm a menace
I'm hitting this shit back to back just like I'm playing tennis
I'm moving Vick to Vill but got the final stop in Venice
I test and play these hoes these niggas know me as the chemist
Her twin gave me the number so I know I'm sliding in
Ain't tryna f*ck shit up cause if I hit it's ten for ten
Bitch start acting smooth I'm like here we go again
She start talking like she tryna f*ck I'm tryna find out when
Fast forward through some months we got this shit on lock
We done battled through some shit and I found out she for the block
She tryna change her ways but she be moving with the flock
I can tell by how she act so a nigga not even shocked
We f*ckin back to back and day to day yeah it sound nice
But telling this shit truthfully it all come at a price
Giving it my all every ounce to be precise
This shit gone drain you out if you ain't hearing my advice
You gotta sell your soul and in return you get to f*ck the bitch
Bagged the girl I want so now I gotta be above this shit
Gotta work hard oouu
Gotta work hard to keep the bitch on my constructive shit
To explain a lil more I break her walls and beat her down
But that's only in them sheets sometimes I'm thinking I might drown
I always hype her up aint leave her looking like no clown
Never take her for a hoe cause my baby gone keep the crown
Writer: Shania Jackson
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