Bitch I'm a hotboy go check my degrees
And I'm a doughboy I'm sagging my jeans
This hoe mad cause I followed my dreams
Now she gon say that she shitted on me
That's why I don't answer my phone when it rings
I want some necklaces, chains, and some rings
Hate when a hoe be talking bout we
I'm by myself baby who is we?
I'm in a G wagon, riding with G's
I'm in a G ride today
Screws kinda loose I been sipping on juice I ain't calling no truce, cause it's f*ck what you say
Mercialago I'm fly than a bitch
In a Polo tracksuit hitting corners and shit
Sliding in Tahoes with all of my vatos we hop out with Nike Cortez and shit
Views like Drake but ain't come from the Six
In these Dior frames, still see nothing in a bitch
Foreign hoe can't even comprehend me but she walk around humming the words to my shit
I would hate me too how I'm popping my shit
And this so real it ain't rap, really I just be talking to God and Spirits
I sleep with a glock and a rosary
I'm too lit all my enemies notice me
Got a bitch still in love with the older me
Ain't no way I could have you that close to me
And I'm chose in this life I chose
I hold the game under custody
And I'm close with all these plugs I met, man that be the reason they blessing me
No K Dot, but I got me the recipe
Bitch I'm a hotboy go check my degrees
And I'm a doughboy I'm sagging my jeans
This hoe mad cause I followed my dreams
Now she gon say that she shitted on me
That's why I don't answer my phone when it rings
I want some necklaces, chains, and some rings
Hate when a hoe be talking bout we
I'm by myself baby who is we?
Real Slummy - Mercialago Lyrics
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Bitch I'm a hotboy go check my degrees
And I'm a doughboy I'm sagging my jeans
This hoe mad cause I followed my dreams
Now she gon say that she shitted on me
That's why I don't answer my phone when it rings
I want some necklaces, chains, and some rings
Hate when a hoe be talking bout we
I'm by myself baby who is we?
I'm in a G wagon, riding with G's
I'm in a G ride today
Screws kinda loose I been sipping on juice I ain't calling no truce, cause it's f*ck what you say
Mercialago I'm fly than a bitch
In a Polo tracksuit hitting corners and shit
Sliding in Tahoes with all of my vatos we hop out with Nike Cortez and shit
Views like Drake but ain't come from the Six
In these Dior frames, still see nothing in a bitch
Foreign hoe can't even comprehend me but she walk around humming the words to my shit
I would hate me too how I'm popping my shit
And this so real it ain't rap, really I just be talking to God and Spirits
I sleep with a glock and a rosary
I'm too lit all my enemies notice me
Got a bitch still in love with the older me
Ain't no way I could have you that close to me
And I'm chose in this life I chose
I hold the game under custody
And I'm close with all these plugs I met, man that be the reason they blessing me
No K Dot, but I got me the recipe
Bitch I'm a hotboy go check my degrees
And I'm a doughboy I'm sagging my jeans
This hoe mad cause I followed my dreams
Now she gon say that she shitted on me
That's why I don't answer my phone when it rings
I want some necklaces, chains, and some rings
Hate when a hoe be talking bout we
I'm by myself baby who is we?
And I'm a doughboy I'm sagging my jeans
This hoe mad cause I followed my dreams
Now she gon say that she shitted on me
That's why I don't answer my phone when it rings
I want some necklaces, chains, and some rings
Hate when a hoe be talking bout we
I'm by myself baby who is we?
I'm in a G wagon, riding with G's
I'm in a G ride today
Screws kinda loose I been sipping on juice I ain't calling no truce, cause it's f*ck what you say
Mercialago I'm fly than a bitch
In a Polo tracksuit hitting corners and shit
Sliding in Tahoes with all of my vatos we hop out with Nike Cortez and shit
Views like Drake but ain't come from the Six
In these Dior frames, still see nothing in a bitch
Foreign hoe can't even comprehend me but she walk around humming the words to my shit
I would hate me too how I'm popping my shit
And this so real it ain't rap, really I just be talking to God and Spirits
I sleep with a glock and a rosary
I'm too lit all my enemies notice me
Got a bitch still in love with the older me
Ain't no way I could have you that close to me
And I'm chose in this life I chose
I hold the game under custody
And I'm close with all these plugs I met, man that be the reason they blessing me
No K Dot, but I got me the recipe
Bitch I'm a hotboy go check my degrees
And I'm a doughboy I'm sagging my jeans
This hoe mad cause I followed my dreams
Now she gon say that she shitted on me
That's why I don't answer my phone when it rings
I want some necklaces, chains, and some rings
Hate when a hoe be talking bout we
I'm by myself baby who is we?
Writer: Sebastian Martinez Guerrero
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