I don't got a lighter so I gotta strike a match hold on
I ain't got no f*ckin' lighter so I gotta strike a match huh
Yeah
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Ain't stressin' about no hoe, them bitches throw aways leave them hoes right where they at, they won't get kept
Yeah, it's crazy how them bitches be the reason niggas step the way them boys be outchea catching leg shots, they gettin' swept
Hit em up with another body, add that shit right to the shelf make your hoe go sell her body, advertise the bitch on Chef
Lil' bitch bring me my money, can't keep it for yourself the way I think this shit is funny, on God, I'm going to hell
I'm a monster, baby, yea I'm f*cked up no you can't play up in my head, I'm not a sucker
Don't try to play me, I'm that crazy motherf*cker, yeah don't try to play me, I'm that crazy motherf*cker
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Wassam what you want me to do?
I was gone let that bitch play out but you know look
I'm in the hotbox talkin' shit, feel like a slave ship rollin' that ganja, I get higher than a spaceship
Hoe got a BBL, modified her ass, shapeshift nigga plotted now the people on my ass for tryna face him
Wanted to smoke behind a bitch, make his people grieve, they ain't believe in all this shit, they in disbelief
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
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I don't got a lighter so I gotta strike a match hold on
I ain't got no f*ckin' lighter so I gotta strike a match huh
Yeah
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Ain't stressin' about no hoe, them bitches throw aways leave them hoes right where they at, they won't get kept
Yeah, it's crazy how them bitches be the reason niggas step the way them boys be outchea catching leg shots, they gettin' swept
Hit em up with another body, add that shit right to the shelf make your hoe go sell her body, advertise the bitch on Chef
Lil' bitch bring me my money, can't keep it for yourself the way I think this shit is funny, on God, I'm going to hell
I'm a monster, baby, yea I'm f*cked up no you can't play up in my head, I'm not a sucker
Don't try to play me, I'm that crazy motherf*cker, yeah don't try to play me, I'm that crazy motherf*cker
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Wassam what you want me to do?
I was gone let that bitch play out but you know look
I'm in the hotbox talkin' shit, feel like a slave ship rollin' that ganja, I get higher than a spaceship
Hoe got a BBL, modified her ass, shapeshift nigga plotted now the people on my ass for tryna face him
Wanted to smoke behind a bitch, make his people grieve, they ain't believe in all this shit, they in disbelief
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
I ain't got no f*ckin' lighter so I gotta strike a match huh
Yeah
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Ain't stressin' about no hoe, them bitches throw aways leave them hoes right where they at, they won't get kept
Yeah, it's crazy how them bitches be the reason niggas step the way them boys be outchea catching leg shots, they gettin' swept
Hit em up with another body, add that shit right to the shelf make your hoe go sell her body, advertise the bitch on Chef
Lil' bitch bring me my money, can't keep it for yourself the way I think this shit is funny, on God, I'm going to hell
I'm a monster, baby, yea I'm f*cked up no you can't play up in my head, I'm not a sucker
Don't try to play me, I'm that crazy motherf*cker, yeah don't try to play me, I'm that crazy motherf*cker
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Wassam what you want me to do?
I was gone let that bitch play out but you know look
I'm in the hotbox talkin' shit, feel like a slave ship rollin' that ganja, I get higher than a spaceship
Hoe got a BBL, modified her ass, shapeshift nigga plotted now the people on my ass for tryna face him
Wanted to smoke behind a bitch, make his people grieve, they ain't believe in all this shit, they in disbelief
I'm a madman, baby, I tend to crash out I always stand on business, I never back down
When I get up in position, don't ask for favors but you gone ask about them hoes, got buku flavors
Yeah, got a coalition of redbone bitches huh we ain't makin' contact, telephone digits
Yeah, a hoe gone do me dirty then tell me she miss me, cut the bitch off for all that lying, and tend to my business
Writer: Cameron Dean
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