She said, pull your pants up
Hardy, I ain't f*ckin'
Bitch probably saw me crushin'
Bitch probably saw me rushin'
Then I pass that hoe
To my bro we put her up for auction
I ain't smashin' hoe
I just need that top, why ain't she top me
She got a crop on her shirt
Yeah, why isn't it topping
Bitch took off, off her skirt
Yeah, why isn't she slopping
YSL on her purse
Yeah, that bitch St. Laurent-ing
I took off, off a perc
Yeah, I think I'm off something
Four to five years
I been takin' pills
I can't lie, yeah
Baby I be tweaking
I put it on yeah
Every goddamn season
I'm not a clone
Yeah I just do it easy
She said, I smell like dope
Can you take me home
Yeah
I said, I'm about to roll
Your ass gon' be throwed
Yeah
Rolled up a backwood for this bitch
And she don't know
Yeah
You got designer on
And you think you look cold yeah
All this designer on me
I think I look cold
Yeah
Don't give a f*ck if you got money
Don't give a f*ck if you got rich
She got a fat ass
I don't really give a f*ck about tits
I'm getting past that
But there wasn't anything to miss
A petty girl that's passed around
In 40 years, yeah, she gon' weigh it down
In 40 years, yeah, I'm gon' wait around
Yeah
You had some pretty whores, come along
But bitch your problem is ima let you go
I had a bitch I loved, and she done let me go
Got me a brand new hoe
She don't play around, she don't play around
With you no more
She don't play around, she don't play around
Yeah, yeah
She don't play around, she don't play around
Yeah, yeah
She don't play around, she don't play around
With you no more
She don't play around, she don't play around
She said, pull your pants up
Hardy, I ain't f*ckin'
Bitch probably saw me crushin'
Bitch probably saw me rushin'
Then I pass that hoe
To my bro we put her up for auction
I ain't smashin' hoe
I just need that top, why ain't she top me
She got a crop on her shirt
Yeah, why isn't it topping
Bitch took off, off her skirt
Yeah, why isn't she slopping
YSL on her purse
Yeah, that bitch St. Laurent-ing
I took off, off a perc
Yeah, I think I'm off something
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She said, pull your pants up
Hardy, I ain't f*ckin'
Bitch probably saw me crushin'
Bitch probably saw me rushin'
Then I pass that hoe
To my bro we put her up for auction
I ain't smashin' hoe
I just need that top, why ain't she top me
She got a crop on her shirt
Yeah, why isn't it topping
Bitch took off, off her skirt
Yeah, why isn't she slopping
YSL on her purse
Yeah, that bitch St. Laurent-ing
I took off, off a perc
Yeah, I think I'm off something
Four to five years
I been takin' pills
I can't lie, yeah
Baby I be tweaking
I put it on yeah
Every goddamn season
I'm not a clone
Yeah I just do it easy
She said, I smell like dope
Can you take me home
Yeah
I said, I'm about to roll
Your ass gon' be throwed
Yeah
Rolled up a backwood for this bitch
And she don't know
Yeah
You got designer on
And you think you look cold yeah
All this designer on me
I think I look cold
Yeah
Don't give a f*ck if you got money
Don't give a f*ck if you got rich
She got a fat ass
I don't really give a f*ck about tits
I'm getting past that
But there wasn't anything to miss
A petty girl that's passed around
In 40 years, yeah, she gon' weigh it down
In 40 years, yeah, I'm gon' wait around
Yeah
You had some pretty whores, come along
But bitch your problem is ima let you go
I had a bitch I loved, and she done let me go
Got me a brand new hoe
She don't play around, she don't play around
With you no more
She don't play around, she don't play around
Yeah, yeah
She don't play around, she don't play around
Yeah, yeah
She don't play around, she don't play around
With you no more
She don't play around, she don't play around
She said, pull your pants up
Hardy, I ain't f*ckin'
Bitch probably saw me crushin'
Bitch probably saw me rushin'
Then I pass that hoe
To my bro we put her up for auction
I ain't smashin' hoe
I just need that top, why ain't she top me
She got a crop on her shirt
Yeah, why isn't it topping
Bitch took off, off her skirt
Yeah, why isn't she slopping
YSL on her purse
Yeah, that bitch St. Laurent-ing
I took off, off a perc
Yeah, I think I'm off something
Hardy, I ain't f*ckin'
Bitch probably saw me crushin'
Bitch probably saw me rushin'
Then I pass that hoe
To my bro we put her up for auction
I ain't smashin' hoe
I just need that top, why ain't she top me
She got a crop on her shirt
Yeah, why isn't it topping
Bitch took off, off her skirt
Yeah, why isn't she slopping
YSL on her purse
Yeah, that bitch St. Laurent-ing
I took off, off a perc
Yeah, I think I'm off something
Four to five years
I been takin' pills
I can't lie, yeah
Baby I be tweaking
I put it on yeah
Every goddamn season
I'm not a clone
Yeah I just do it easy
She said, I smell like dope
Can you take me home
Yeah
I said, I'm about to roll
Your ass gon' be throwed
Yeah
Rolled up a backwood for this bitch
And she don't know
Yeah
You got designer on
And you think you look cold yeah
All this designer on me
I think I look cold
Yeah
Don't give a f*ck if you got money
Don't give a f*ck if you got rich
She got a fat ass
I don't really give a f*ck about tits
I'm getting past that
But there wasn't anything to miss
A petty girl that's passed around
In 40 years, yeah, she gon' weigh it down
In 40 years, yeah, I'm gon' wait around
Yeah
You had some pretty whores, come along
But bitch your problem is ima let you go
I had a bitch I loved, and she done let me go
Got me a brand new hoe
She don't play around, she don't play around
With you no more
She don't play around, she don't play around
Yeah, yeah
She don't play around, she don't play around
Yeah, yeah
She don't play around, she don't play around
With you no more
She don't play around, she don't play around
She said, pull your pants up
Hardy, I ain't f*ckin'
Bitch probably saw me crushin'
Bitch probably saw me rushin'
Then I pass that hoe
To my bro we put her up for auction
I ain't smashin' hoe
I just need that top, why ain't she top me
She got a crop on her shirt
Yeah, why isn't it topping
Bitch took off, off her skirt
Yeah, why isn't she slopping
YSL on her purse
Yeah, that bitch St. Laurent-ing
I took off, off a perc
Yeah, I think I'm off something
Writer: Dark Hardy
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