RON UNKNOWN - Cost Her Lyrics

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She callin me daddy but I'm not her father
Pull up on your block and you know I'm gonna slaughter
Soning these niggas like they was in foster
She want a Birkin bag well that's gonna cost her
She callin me daddy but I'm not her father
Pull up on your block and you know I'm gonna slaughter
Soning these niggas like they was in foster
She want a Birkin bag well that's gonna cost her

Who is you designer on my body
It don't get lit until I walk inside the party
She want to get groovy she poopin a molly
I heard she a groupie she like giving sloppy
Pull up in a rari I can't even drive
Smoking on gas but I swear Im never high
She shaking her ass assclap high-five
She shaking her ass assclap high-five
Run up the digits run up the racks
She so fine I'm trying smash
Pull out the uzi you know we gonna blast
He acting tough I'm not trying to laugh
She want to f*ck I got to pass
I got a girl and she really bad
All I want is ice on my wrist
Yall niggas fake like counterfeit
I got the sauce I got the dressing I got the dip
Yeah
I got your bitch in the crib cooking ribs
Yeah

She callin me daddy but I'm not her father
Pull up on your block and you know I'm gonna slaughter
Soning these niggas like they was in foster
She want a Birkin bag well that's gonna cost her
She callin me daddy but I'm not her father
Pull up on your block and you know I'm gonna slaughter
Soning these niggas like they was in foster
She want a Birkin bag well that's gonna cost her