Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God
Somewhere cooped up with a big booty broad
Brodie hop out with that stick like huzzah
He try to run and he won't make it far
She let me hit, knock that bitch out the park
Good dope in my blunt, got me nodding off
You keep playing you get popped like a Tylenol
She give me head with no ache like a aspirin
We can go ask the plug who move it the fastest
Rubbing my stomach, that perc got me gassy
She a 10 out of 10 recommend, she the baddest
I see the hate through these Prada shade glasses
These niggas fake, I can see they ain't genuine
Burberry loafers, I feel like a gentlemen
I got paper on me, but this shit ain't legitimate
Mortal Kombat, that boy brody hop out and finish him
I'm in the trap, just Luke Kane kicking it
I'm paranoid, I think somebody listening
Ballin hard in the mall like I'm in this bitch dribbling
Commentators keep saying, ain't no one defending him
They keep calling switches, can't nobody stop him
He back in the game, and can't nobody top him
It's a sea full of blue when I open my wallet
Bitch your head so good, did you graduate college
They want me to stop but that ain't even a option
You ain't nice to yo bitch, so she with me getting naughty
They keep calling my phone, what you want, oh my God
They know I'm having good meds like a doctor
They tryna spend so I don't see the problem
Yeah, new packs smell like fat lady earrings back
Aye new drip off the shelf, how we feeling chat
Call the plug, hit the road, I'll be right back
Oh my God, somewhere cooped up with a big booty broad
Brodie hop out with that stick like Huzzah
He try to run and he won't make it far
She let me hit, knock that bitch out the park
Good dope on my blunt, got me nodding off
You keep playing, you get popped like a Tylenol
She give me head with no ache like a aspirin
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Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God
Somewhere cooped up with a big booty broad
Brodie hop out with that stick like huzzah
He try to run and he won't make it far
She let me hit, knock that bitch out the park
Good dope in my blunt, got me nodding off
You keep playing you get popped like a Tylenol
She give me head with no ache like a aspirin
We can go ask the plug who move it the fastest
Rubbing my stomach, that perc got me gassy
She a 10 out of 10 recommend, she the baddest
I see the hate through these Prada shade glasses
These niggas fake, I can see they ain't genuine
Burberry loafers, I feel like a gentlemen
I got paper on me, but this shit ain't legitimate
Mortal Kombat, that boy brody hop out and finish him
I'm in the trap, just Luke Kane kicking it
I'm paranoid, I think somebody listening
Ballin hard in the mall like I'm in this bitch dribbling
Commentators keep saying, ain't no one defending him
They keep calling switches, can't nobody stop him
He back in the game, and can't nobody top him
It's a sea full of blue when I open my wallet
Bitch your head so good, did you graduate college
They want me to stop but that ain't even a option
You ain't nice to yo bitch, so she with me getting naughty
They keep calling my phone, what you want, oh my God
They know I'm having good meds like a doctor
They tryna spend so I don't see the problem
Yeah, new packs smell like fat lady earrings back
Aye new drip off the shelf, how we feeling chat
Call the plug, hit the road, I'll be right back
Oh my God, somewhere cooped up with a big booty broad
Brodie hop out with that stick like Huzzah
He try to run and he won't make it far
She let me hit, knock that bitch out the park
Good dope on my blunt, got me nodding off
You keep playing, you get popped like a Tylenol
She give me head with no ache like a aspirin
Oh my God
Somewhere cooped up with a big booty broad
Brodie hop out with that stick like huzzah
He try to run and he won't make it far
She let me hit, knock that bitch out the park
Good dope in my blunt, got me nodding off
You keep playing you get popped like a Tylenol
She give me head with no ache like a aspirin
We can go ask the plug who move it the fastest
Rubbing my stomach, that perc got me gassy
She a 10 out of 10 recommend, she the baddest
I see the hate through these Prada shade glasses
These niggas fake, I can see they ain't genuine
Burberry loafers, I feel like a gentlemen
I got paper on me, but this shit ain't legitimate
Mortal Kombat, that boy brody hop out and finish him
I'm in the trap, just Luke Kane kicking it
I'm paranoid, I think somebody listening
Ballin hard in the mall like I'm in this bitch dribbling
Commentators keep saying, ain't no one defending him
They keep calling switches, can't nobody stop him
He back in the game, and can't nobody top him
It's a sea full of blue when I open my wallet
Bitch your head so good, did you graduate college
They want me to stop but that ain't even a option
You ain't nice to yo bitch, so she with me getting naughty
They keep calling my phone, what you want, oh my God
They know I'm having good meds like a doctor
They tryna spend so I don't see the problem
Yeah, new packs smell like fat lady earrings back
Aye new drip off the shelf, how we feeling chat
Call the plug, hit the road, I'll be right back
Oh my God, somewhere cooped up with a big booty broad
Brodie hop out with that stick like Huzzah
He try to run and he won't make it far
She let me hit, knock that bitch out the park
Good dope on my blunt, got me nodding off
You keep playing, you get popped like a Tylenol
She give me head with no ache like a aspirin
Writer: Franklin Porter
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