Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some O's on my wrist
Jack V run 10 miles plus four more
Pull up to your block in some motherf*ckin' short shorts
No shirt either, titties out, imma lil whore
Bitch f*ck once now she talkin' like more, more!
Turn every bitch that I meet into a horror story
Boyfriend mad, 'bout to turn it to a war story
Like boom! Oh damn he is no more
Chopper like C4, head like Claymore
Her man is lame, he a bitch he a dumb ass
Prolly shop at CVS like a bum ass
She sucked my dick like damn bitch here your gums back
I'm gang! I can not f*ck with not gang ass
(Bam!) They hatin' they know where the K at
They just be hatin' cuz they make no cash
I used to be class clown, now your bitch all on my dick call me cash cow
Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some
Poppin' them berries, my whip is strawberry
That girl is strawberry, I hit her with variance
My bitch Grade A, you got your shit in clearance
She got that appearance but don't make appearances
I don't cuff, I don't want marriage or carriages
I still make bitches bus down like it's Carrollton
Can't f*ck with Sare I just hang out with Erin n' them
Terra she tearin' blow me like a Clarinet (Ugh)
Asked the ho what's the emergency?
I can not save you I pass you to Jeremy
Best not be talking that shit that encourage me
Pour up Blue Fanta JR finna nourish me
Shout out Symmre my wrist pour Chef Boyardee
Palm Beach with cmm flicked up with Keira Sea
Swerve off some G while she smokin' that kerosene
That's really who I do f*ck with primarily
Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some O's on my wrist
Jack V - Tunnel Gang Lyrics
Jack V - Tunnel Gang Lyrics
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Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some O's on my wrist
Jack V run 10 miles plus four more
Pull up to your block in some motherf*ckin' short shorts
No shirt either, titties out, imma lil whore
Bitch f*ck once now she talkin' like more, more!
Turn every bitch that I meet into a horror story
Boyfriend mad, 'bout to turn it to a war story
Like boom! Oh damn he is no more
Chopper like C4, head like Claymore
Her man is lame, he a bitch he a dumb ass
Prolly shop at CVS like a bum ass
She sucked my dick like damn bitch here your gums back
I'm gang! I can not f*ck with not gang ass
(Bam!) They hatin' they know where the K at
They just be hatin' cuz they make no cash
I used to be class clown, now your bitch all on my dick call me cash cow
Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some
Poppin' them berries, my whip is strawberry
That girl is strawberry, I hit her with variance
My bitch Grade A, you got your shit in clearance
She got that appearance but don't make appearances
I don't cuff, I don't want marriage or carriages
I still make bitches bus down like it's Carrollton
Can't f*ck with Sare I just hang out with Erin n' them
Terra she tearin' blow me like a Clarinet (Ugh)
Asked the ho what's the emergency?
I can not save you I pass you to Jeremy
Best not be talking that shit that encourage me
Pour up Blue Fanta JR finna nourish me
Shout out Symmre my wrist pour Chef Boyardee
Palm Beach with cmm flicked up with Keira Sea
Swerve off some G while she smokin' that kerosene
That's really who I do f*ck with primarily
Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some O's on my wrist
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some O's on my wrist
Jack V run 10 miles plus four more
Pull up to your block in some motherf*ckin' short shorts
No shirt either, titties out, imma lil whore
Bitch f*ck once now she talkin' like more, more!
Turn every bitch that I meet into a horror story
Boyfriend mad, 'bout to turn it to a war story
Like boom! Oh damn he is no more
Chopper like C4, head like Claymore
Her man is lame, he a bitch he a dumb ass
Prolly shop at CVS like a bum ass
She sucked my dick like damn bitch here your gums back
I'm gang! I can not f*ck with not gang ass
(Bam!) They hatin' they know where the K at
They just be hatin' cuz they make no cash
I used to be class clown, now your bitch all on my dick call me cash cow
Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some
Poppin' them berries, my whip is strawberry
That girl is strawberry, I hit her with variance
My bitch Grade A, you got your shit in clearance
She got that appearance but don't make appearances
I don't cuff, I don't want marriage or carriages
I still make bitches bus down like it's Carrollton
Can't f*ck with Sare I just hang out with Erin n' them
Terra she tearin' blow me like a Clarinet (Ugh)
Asked the ho what's the emergency?
I can not save you I pass you to Jeremy
Best not be talking that shit that encourage me
Pour up Blue Fanta JR finna nourish me
Shout out Symmre my wrist pour Chef Boyardee
Palm Beach with cmm flicked up with Keira Sea
Swerve off some G while she smokin' that kerosene
That's really who I do f*ck with primarily
Got the trap jumpin' to this bitch
I ain't gotta do nothin' in this bitch
Your bitch wakes up to my songs
Best believe she wake up to this shit (Yuh)
Bad bitch with the peanut butter skin
Imma take her, Imma also f*ck her friend
Team Rocket, put some hos on the ship
Ducked off with some O's on my wrist
Writer: John Vinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid