Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
I dm'ed yo bitch, now I'm in her throat
I hopped in the pussy, it's probably broke
I'm never gon lack bitch I'm always gon tote
You mess with the gang and you probably float
I pop all the perky's, you know I want mo
I f*ck all these bitches, they all are sum hoes
You know we problems, I pull up wit choppa's and bring that shit straight to yo mo'f*ckin door
You know I got shooters, they aim for the head and they leavin the bodies all up on the floo
If you want some problems, you know we on go
If you need it, I got it, do it on the low
You say you got numbers then you needa prove it cus we already evened the mo'f*ckin score
I do find it funny, a bitch she gon like me and act like she not, like we already know
The bitches say that they like it when I'm rappin slow
But the boys say they like it when I speed it up
In all actuality, Ima be honest I do what I want and I don't give a f*ck
If you don't like my music, you don't have to listen but Ima keep grinding and running it up
I come wit my team, and we all finna eat like we play for the green, yea we chasin the bucks
Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
Yuh
Like we chasin the bucks
I'm gon f*ck your bitch and make her give it up
If you playin wit me than you testing your luck
But just give it some time and you know you f*cked up
You know you f*cked up cus we gettin the money
We stackin the paper, count it by the hunnids
'N no you not funny, you ain't gettin no money
I go to his block make him hop like a bunny
You ain't gettin lucky
Your bitch wanna f*ck me
I bend that bitch over and take off her onesie
I'm makin her strip
Unloading my clip
Reloading it twice and unload it again
I'm rollin the dice cause I'm leaving it in
We'll see in a week if the boy got a kid
Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
Jbizz - On the floor (feat. Ebespazzin) Lyrics
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Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
I dm'ed yo bitch, now I'm in her throat
I hopped in the pussy, it's probably broke
I'm never gon lack bitch I'm always gon tote
You mess with the gang and you probably float
I pop all the perky's, you know I want mo
I f*ck all these bitches, they all are sum hoes
You know we problems, I pull up wit choppa's and bring that shit straight to yo mo'f*ckin door
You know I got shooters, they aim for the head and they leavin the bodies all up on the floo
If you want some problems, you know we on go
If you need it, I got it, do it on the low
You say you got numbers then you needa prove it cus we already evened the mo'f*ckin score
I do find it funny, a bitch she gon like me and act like she not, like we already know
The bitches say that they like it when I'm rappin slow
But the boys say they like it when I speed it up
In all actuality, Ima be honest I do what I want and I don't give a f*ck
If you don't like my music, you don't have to listen but Ima keep grinding and running it up
I come wit my team, and we all finna eat like we play for the green, yea we chasin the bucks
Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
Yuh
Like we chasin the bucks
I'm gon f*ck your bitch and make her give it up
If you playin wit me than you testing your luck
But just give it some time and you know you f*cked up
You know you f*cked up cus we gettin the money
We stackin the paper, count it by the hunnids
'N no you not funny, you ain't gettin no money
I go to his block make him hop like a bunny
You ain't gettin lucky
Your bitch wanna f*ck me
I bend that bitch over and take off her onesie
I'm makin her strip
Unloading my clip
Reloading it twice and unload it again
I'm rollin the dice cause I'm leaving it in
We'll see in a week if the boy got a kid
Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
I dm'ed yo bitch, now I'm in her throat
I hopped in the pussy, it's probably broke
I'm never gon lack bitch I'm always gon tote
You mess with the gang and you probably float
I pop all the perky's, you know I want mo
I f*ck all these bitches, they all are sum hoes
You know we problems, I pull up wit choppa's and bring that shit straight to yo mo'f*ckin door
You know I got shooters, they aim for the head and they leavin the bodies all up on the floo
If you want some problems, you know we on go
If you need it, I got it, do it on the low
You say you got numbers then you needa prove it cus we already evened the mo'f*ckin score
I do find it funny, a bitch she gon like me and act like she not, like we already know
The bitches say that they like it when I'm rappin slow
But the boys say they like it when I speed it up
In all actuality, Ima be honest I do what I want and I don't give a f*ck
If you don't like my music, you don't have to listen but Ima keep grinding and running it up
I come wit my team, and we all finna eat like we play for the green, yea we chasin the bucks
Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
Yuh
Like we chasin the bucks
I'm gon f*ck your bitch and make her give it up
If you playin wit me than you testing your luck
But just give it some time and you know you f*cked up
You know you f*cked up cus we gettin the money
We stackin the paper, count it by the hunnids
'N no you not funny, you ain't gettin no money
I go to his block make him hop like a bunny
You ain't gettin lucky
Your bitch wanna f*ck me
I bend that bitch over and take off her onesie
I'm makin her strip
Unloading my clip
Reloading it twice and unload it again
I'm rollin the dice cause I'm leaving it in
We'll see in a week if the boy got a kid
Hearin that knockin it's feds at the door
Come get yo bitch she stay wanting mo
Xannies, and molly, and lean, on the floor
'N I'm gon f*ck yo bitch like we ain't going slow
I'm off of the gas and I'm off all the"dro"
You said you want smoke, leave your ass on the floor
If you want the smoke, take yo bitch-ass to war
You gon run it with me and I'm uppin the score
Writer: J Bizz, E Bespazzin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid