Heart - 706er Lyrics

Yeah
706er bitch I got the
Yeah
706er bitch I got the
Yeah
706er bitch I got the
706er bitch I got the answer
Bro pouring wok in a pineapple fanta
Whole lotta ass, she dancer
Freaky lil bitch on my line from Atlanta
Other lil hoe from Savannah
She throw it back, make it clap, go bananas
She wanna f*ck on the camera
She suck it sloppy, give top with no manners
She suck it sloppy, give top with no manners
She suck it sloppy, give top with no hands
Whole lotta racks in my pocket
That bitch tryna pop it, and take all my bands
Told that lil freak hoe to stop it
That bitch tryna clock it, she ain't got a chance
Told her I'm married to money
And running up racks and she flew me to France
Flight to New York, I might land in the town
Bad ass lil bitch tryna pull up
And hop in the stu cause she like how I sound
I'm the type young nigga
I'm the type that dick her down
I don't give a f*ck bout a hoe
And you already know Heart a muhf*ckin hound
I'm a muhf*ckin loner, wolf
I'm a muhf*ckin stoner, cook
These niggas mad bout a bitch swear to God
If your hoe look my way she a goner, took
You want a feature, then gone and book
Geeked outer body, she stoned and stuck
I heard these bitch niggas bitter
The Pick of the Litter, Big Hitter, That Nigga a
706er bitch I got the answer
Bro pouring wok in a pineapple fanta
Whole lotta ass, she dancer
Freaky lil bitch on my line from Atlanta
Other lil hoe from Savannah
She throw it back, make it clap, go bananas
She wanna f*ck on the camera
She suck it sloppy, give top with no manners
She suck it sloppy, give top with no manners