She treat me like Jah, not wick,
God
I hate 2, lets just minage
Too big for his britches, cut him down to size
Clip plantain I'm feelin' like Grodd
ADD up pape to even ODDS
These hoes couldn't make me sobe
So she started tellin' lies
She movin' wocky, know her vibe
She call me cocky, I'm like, bitch, obviously
I been workin' overtime
Niggas hatin' and the bitches proud of me
They just want some extra dimes
You should be knowin' your worth, okay
Instead, you think spendin' it work, okay
She fleein', she don't wanna flirt, okay
I'm tryna get money the perfect way
We spin on this block, and then
Swerve away
We gettin' away on a perfect day
What hurts worse than losin' a bad bitch
Is when she stays
Shootin' that K like I was in
Band
Printed it blue, but that wasn't
The plan
You gotta be the one lovin' yourself
If you not, who gon' do it again
Lyin' and say she sweet, cause I'm flea
She got her fruit in my hand
Waterboard 'em with bleach
He said he clean, so now we testin'
His man
Backin' a cake with a crumb
In the streets more than a bum
Bum
I remember when I took that L
So I'ma make sure that it's
One-one
It's a weight limit when you sittin' on
Da dick
But really, we can have a ton of fun
I must know Rick Owens personally
These are one-on-one
Call me the escalator
I'm always elevatin
I hit a boring hoe, oh
Really like them spicy Cajun
It's really nothin' to get on flip
Like he doesn't exist
If I say I'ma bag 'er
I'm dressed up like Santa
I don't plan to miss
She treat me like Jah, not wick
God
I hate 2, lets just minage
Two big for his britches, cut him
Down to size
Clip plantain, I'm feelin' like Grodd
Add up pape to even odds
These hoes couldn't make me sob
So she started tellin' lies
She movin' wocky, know her vibe
She call me cocky, I'm like, duh
Obviously, I been workin' overtime
Niggas hatin' and the bitches proud of me
They just want some extra dimes
You should be knowin' your worth, okay
Instead, you think spendin' it work, okay
She fleein', she don't wanna flirt, okay
I'm tryna get money the perfect way
We spin on this block and then
Swerve away
We gettin' away on a perfect day
What hurts worse than losin' a bad bitch
Is when she stays
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She treat me like Jah, not wick,
God
I hate 2, lets just minage
Too big for his britches, cut him down to size
Clip plantain I'm feelin' like Grodd
ADD up pape to even ODDS
These hoes couldn't make me sobe
So she started tellin' lies
She movin' wocky, know her vibe
She call me cocky, I'm like, bitch, obviously
I been workin' overtime
Niggas hatin' and the bitches proud of me
They just want some extra dimes
You should be knowin' your worth, okay
Instead, you think spendin' it work, okay
She fleein', she don't wanna flirt, okay
I'm tryna get money the perfect way
We spin on this block, and then
Swerve away
We gettin' away on a perfect day
What hurts worse than losin' a bad bitch
Is when she stays
Shootin' that K like I was in
Band
Printed it blue, but that wasn't
The plan
You gotta be the one lovin' yourself
If you not, who gon' do it again
Lyin' and say she sweet, cause I'm flea
She got her fruit in my hand
Waterboard 'em with bleach
He said he clean, so now we testin'
His man
Backin' a cake with a crumb
In the streets more than a bum
Bum
I remember when I took that L
So I'ma make sure that it's
One-one
It's a weight limit when you sittin' on
Da dick
But really, we can have a ton of fun
I must know Rick Owens personally
These are one-on-one
Call me the escalator
I'm always elevatin
I hit a boring hoe, oh
Really like them spicy Cajun
It's really nothin' to get on flip
Like he doesn't exist
If I say I'ma bag 'er
I'm dressed up like Santa
I don't plan to miss
She treat me like Jah, not wick
God
I hate 2, lets just minage
Two big for his britches, cut him
Down to size
Clip plantain, I'm feelin' like Grodd
Add up pape to even odds
These hoes couldn't make me sob
So she started tellin' lies
She movin' wocky, know her vibe
She call me cocky, I'm like, duh
Obviously, I been workin' overtime
Niggas hatin' and the bitches proud of me
They just want some extra dimes
You should be knowin' your worth, okay
Instead, you think spendin' it work, okay
She fleein', she don't wanna flirt, okay
I'm tryna get money the perfect way
We spin on this block and then
Swerve away
We gettin' away on a perfect day
What hurts worse than losin' a bad bitch
Is when she stays
God
I hate 2, lets just minage
Too big for his britches, cut him down to size
Clip plantain I'm feelin' like Grodd
ADD up pape to even ODDS
These hoes couldn't make me sobe
So she started tellin' lies
She movin' wocky, know her vibe
She call me cocky, I'm like, bitch, obviously
I been workin' overtime
Niggas hatin' and the bitches proud of me
They just want some extra dimes
You should be knowin' your worth, okay
Instead, you think spendin' it work, okay
She fleein', she don't wanna flirt, okay
I'm tryna get money the perfect way
We spin on this block, and then
Swerve away
We gettin' away on a perfect day
What hurts worse than losin' a bad bitch
Is when she stays
Shootin' that K like I was in
Band
Printed it blue, but that wasn't
The plan
You gotta be the one lovin' yourself
If you not, who gon' do it again
Lyin' and say she sweet, cause I'm flea
She got her fruit in my hand
Waterboard 'em with bleach
He said he clean, so now we testin'
His man
Backin' a cake with a crumb
In the streets more than a bum
Bum
I remember when I took that L
So I'ma make sure that it's
One-one
It's a weight limit when you sittin' on
Da dick
But really, we can have a ton of fun
I must know Rick Owens personally
These are one-on-one
Call me the escalator
I'm always elevatin
I hit a boring hoe, oh
Really like them spicy Cajun
It's really nothin' to get on flip
Like he doesn't exist
If I say I'ma bag 'er
I'm dressed up like Santa
I don't plan to miss
She treat me like Jah, not wick
God
I hate 2, lets just minage
Two big for his britches, cut him
Down to size
Clip plantain, I'm feelin' like Grodd
Add up pape to even odds
These hoes couldn't make me sob
So she started tellin' lies
She movin' wocky, know her vibe
She call me cocky, I'm like, duh
Obviously, I been workin' overtime
Niggas hatin' and the bitches proud of me
They just want some extra dimes
You should be knowin' your worth, okay
Instead, you think spendin' it work, okay
She fleein', she don't wanna flirt, okay
I'm tryna get money the perfect way
We spin on this block and then
Swerve away
We gettin' away on a perfect day
What hurts worse than losin' a bad bitch
Is when she stays
Writer: Taj Austin
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