Lil bitch gone f*ck me for like
5 Grams
Bust it in the backseat of her
Trans am
Playin with her titties I call it
Can jam
She wetter than a water slide
Call me rain man
Imma take you back to Charlotte
My phone buzzing
Like a hornet
We cruising round the city
Dropping bags off in a foreign
Got 5 bitches with me
I'm flexing like a Mormon
Picked one up at a funeral
Now that's a good mourning
Rap game Alonzo morning
Imma give y'all a warning
If I'm in your city
I promise it won't be boring
I always cum inside
And then right after I be snoring
I don't use no condoms
But I pay for the abortion
Never smoke too much
I call that portion control
She ain't got the jam
But damn she can make that jelly roll
Drinking at the club
Tryna take your girl home
Meet her at the crib
Drop the pants the film roll
And I'm turnt up feelin extra
Told her that I'm a wrestler
When we in the bedroom
Got the belt and the leather
She ask to touch my chain
But god damn I do not let her
If that bitch was a pokemon
You know that I would catch her
She a slut she a dog
She a hoe she a bitch
She only texting me
Cuz she tryna get rich quick
She hittin me on snap
Tryna get pics of my dick
Told her swipe up
You gotta pay for that shit
Hit me on my OnlyFans
Rapping ain't my only plan
She licking on my lollipop
She calling me her candy man
I wish I had a sugar mama
Like Michelle Obama
She could fly me out
Beach house in the Bahamas
And I'm smoking on that ganja
Smokin on that ganja
Blunt after blunt
So I forget all my problems
New Italian bitch
I think her name is Marciana
We turnt up everyday
Yellin Feliz cumpleanos
I think I'm a god
What
I think I'm a god
I got the clout I got the mob
I think I'm a god
Run up on me? You finna get robbed
I hit it once
Then imma weave and then imma bob
Come in with the squad
I think I'm a god
Pussy boy stop talking
You just pocket watching
Lotta girls I got options
See the money they flocking
Bitch I rap good as f*ck
New girl named Lady Luck
She got the tummy tuck
She only wanna f*ck
Always got time for sluts
Body count pile up
I-47
Never without my Wesson
Gotta keep em guessing
I got bars on me
Like I done got arrested
Dick down her throat
I call that tongue depression
I'm not a f*cking doctor
But my patience stay tested
Lil bitch gone f*ck me for like
5 Grams
Bust it in the backseat of her
Trans am
Playin with her titties I call it
Can jam
She wetter than a water slide
Call me rain man
And we out this bitch
Tryna get the clout real quick
Two bitches up on my dick
Keep drinking til I can't feel shit
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Lil bitch gone f*ck me for like
5 Grams
Bust it in the backseat of her
Trans am
Playin with her titties I call it
Can jam
She wetter than a water slide
Call me rain man
Imma take you back to Charlotte
My phone buzzing
Like a hornet
We cruising round the city
Dropping bags off in a foreign
Got 5 bitches with me
I'm flexing like a Mormon
Picked one up at a funeral
Now that's a good mourning
Rap game Alonzo morning
Imma give y'all a warning
If I'm in your city
I promise it won't be boring
I always cum inside
And then right after I be snoring
I don't use no condoms
But I pay for the abortion
Never smoke too much
I call that portion control
She ain't got the jam
But damn she can make that jelly roll
Drinking at the club
Tryna take your girl home
Meet her at the crib
Drop the pants the film roll
And I'm turnt up feelin extra
Told her that I'm a wrestler
When we in the bedroom
Got the belt and the leather
She ask to touch my chain
But god damn I do not let her
If that bitch was a pokemon
You know that I would catch her
She a slut she a dog
She a hoe she a bitch
She only texting me
Cuz she tryna get rich quick
She hittin me on snap
Tryna get pics of my dick
Told her swipe up
You gotta pay for that shit
Hit me on my OnlyFans
Rapping ain't my only plan
She licking on my lollipop
She calling me her candy man
I wish I had a sugar mama
Like Michelle Obama
She could fly me out
Beach house in the Bahamas
And I'm smoking on that ganja
Smokin on that ganja
Blunt after blunt
So I forget all my problems
New Italian bitch
I think her name is Marciana
We turnt up everyday
Yellin Feliz cumpleanos
I think I'm a god
What
I think I'm a god
I got the clout I got the mob
I think I'm a god
Run up on me? You finna get robbed
I hit it once
Then imma weave and then imma bob
Come in with the squad
I think I'm a god
Pussy boy stop talking
You just pocket watching
Lotta girls I got options
See the money they flocking
Bitch I rap good as f*ck
New girl named Lady Luck
She got the tummy tuck
She only wanna f*ck
Always got time for sluts
Body count pile up
I-47
Never without my Wesson
Gotta keep em guessing
I got bars on me
Like I done got arrested
Dick down her throat
I call that tongue depression
I'm not a f*cking doctor
But my patience stay tested
Lil bitch gone f*ck me for like
5 Grams
Bust it in the backseat of her
Trans am
Playin with her titties I call it
Can jam
She wetter than a water slide
Call me rain man
And we out this bitch
Tryna get the clout real quick
Two bitches up on my dick
Keep drinking til I can't feel shit
5 Grams
Bust it in the backseat of her
Trans am
Playin with her titties I call it
Can jam
She wetter than a water slide
Call me rain man
Imma take you back to Charlotte
My phone buzzing
Like a hornet
We cruising round the city
Dropping bags off in a foreign
Got 5 bitches with me
I'm flexing like a Mormon
Picked one up at a funeral
Now that's a good mourning
Rap game Alonzo morning
Imma give y'all a warning
If I'm in your city
I promise it won't be boring
I always cum inside
And then right after I be snoring
I don't use no condoms
But I pay for the abortion
Never smoke too much
I call that portion control
She ain't got the jam
But damn she can make that jelly roll
Drinking at the club
Tryna take your girl home
Meet her at the crib
Drop the pants the film roll
And I'm turnt up feelin extra
Told her that I'm a wrestler
When we in the bedroom
Got the belt and the leather
She ask to touch my chain
But god damn I do not let her
If that bitch was a pokemon
You know that I would catch her
She a slut she a dog
She a hoe she a bitch
She only texting me
Cuz she tryna get rich quick
She hittin me on snap
Tryna get pics of my dick
Told her swipe up
You gotta pay for that shit
Hit me on my OnlyFans
Rapping ain't my only plan
She licking on my lollipop
She calling me her candy man
I wish I had a sugar mama
Like Michelle Obama
She could fly me out
Beach house in the Bahamas
And I'm smoking on that ganja
Smokin on that ganja
Blunt after blunt
So I forget all my problems
New Italian bitch
I think her name is Marciana
We turnt up everyday
Yellin Feliz cumpleanos
I think I'm a god
What
I think I'm a god
I got the clout I got the mob
I think I'm a god
Run up on me? You finna get robbed
I hit it once
Then imma weave and then imma bob
Come in with the squad
I think I'm a god
Pussy boy stop talking
You just pocket watching
Lotta girls I got options
See the money they flocking
Bitch I rap good as f*ck
New girl named Lady Luck
She got the tummy tuck
She only wanna f*ck
Always got time for sluts
Body count pile up
I-47
Never without my Wesson
Gotta keep em guessing
I got bars on me
Like I done got arrested
Dick down her throat
I call that tongue depression
I'm not a f*cking doctor
But my patience stay tested
Lil bitch gone f*ck me for like
5 Grams
Bust it in the backseat of her
Trans am
Playin with her titties I call it
Can jam
She wetter than a water slide
Call me rain man
And we out this bitch
Tryna get the clout real quick
Two bitches up on my dick
Keep drinking til I can't feel shit
Writer: Matthew Barlow
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