Navel
Let it bang on a hoe
Big toy, G.I. Joe
You can't fuck, that's a no
I am picky, afro
Bank on tic-tac-toe
All you see is 0, 0, 0's
Bitch, you know I'm in my glow
Eat up the beat, I'll take it to go
I don't answer the phone
Bitch, run me a letter
Slide to my crib if you got me some cheddar
His blood spill when I shot the Beretta
I had to walk home, in the inside I sweat her
I don't let shit fly by, I just make souls fly high
Kill him with his tie, kill him with his tie
Kill him with his tie, that's tie-dye
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Big money, feeling pumpy
Adios, can't get shit from me
Five meals in my tummy
Equals up to your rent money
Don't let your nigga play you like he's Stevie
He do a triple take when he see me
I might just talk to him real briefly
Tell him to drop you off then come eat me
That's if you like it or not
I'm a business woman on top
And I don't Facebook
'Cause my face booked on every fucking flyer that drop
This that knock, knock, who's there?
Front porch, front porch, you
Bitch, if you don't answer this door right now
Bullets 'bout to come through
Play if you want, today I got time
I wouldn't even phone even if I was blind
Who said I can't rap? That lil' bitch lying
I'm bringing that heat like the clothes is dry, so stop it
Bitches ain't on my profit
I'm a messy bitch so watch it
I'ma spill the tea and not mop it
Bitch mean muggin', wearing pony tails
So I'm guessing she a bum dummy
So I beat her ass into the rubber band
Like I need that for more money
Cone head bitch, 'bout to be missing toppings
Take off her head like a discount shopping
Come to the block, don't put me on the block
With his dread head schemin'
That's a motherfucking plot twist
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Big toy, G.I. Joe
You can't fuck, that's a no
I am picky, afro
Bank on tic-tac-toe
All you see is 0, 0, 0's
Bitch, you know I'm in my glow
Eat up the beat, I'll take it to go
I don't answer the phone
Bitch, run me a letter
Slide to my crib if you got me some cheddar
His blood spill when I shot the Beretta
I had to walk home, in the inside I sweat her
I don't let shit fly by, I just make souls fly high
Kill him with his tie, kill him with his tie
Kill him with his tie, that's tie-dye
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Big money, feeling pumpy
Adios, can't get shit from me
Five meals in my tummy
Equals up to your rent money
Don't let your nigga play you like he's Stevie
He do a triple take when he see me
I might just talk to him real briefly
Tell him to drop you off then come eat me
That's if you like it or not
I'm a business woman on top
And I don't Facebook
'Cause my face booked on every fucking flyer that drop
This that knock, knock, who's there?
Front porch, front porch, you
Bitch, if you don't answer this door right now
Bullets 'bout to come through
Play if you want, today I got time
I wouldn't even phone even if I was blind
Who said I can't rap? That lil' bitch lying
I'm bringing that heat like the clothes is dry, so stop it
Bitches ain't on my profit
I'm a messy bitch so watch it
I'ma spill the tea and not mop it
Bitch mean muggin', wearing pony tails
So I'm guessing she a bum dummy
So I beat her ass into the rubber band
Like I need that for more money
Cone head bitch, 'bout to be missing toppings
Take off her head like a discount shopping
Come to the block, don't put me on the block
With his dread head schemin'
That's a motherfucking plot twist
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
Pass that money 'round like hot potato
Hoes circle, got bread like a bagel
Throw hands to his face like a facial
That bullet hole look like a navel
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