From da Gate
I knew you was pussy
I knew you was fake
I knew you was broke
I knew you was, uh
I knew you was, uh
I knew you was pussy from the gate
I just tried to look past all your fake
I just tried to look past all your hate
I don't give a fuck how much you make
I just bought a skate, that bitch brand new
From the bottom of my heart I can't stand you
I just wrapped a brick in saran full
Fuckin' wrap that nigga ass up in saran too
Mash on the gas, blow the motor
Eighty made me mad, game over
Give a broke ho the cold shoulder
Wake her up with dick like Folgers
I don't wanna fuck her, I don't wanna love her
I ain't tryna cuff her, baby I ain't your sucker
Lollipop, she just gave me crazy top
Time to clean the game up, where the mop?
These niggas hoes and I know
I'ma need five for the show
If you want me to chill, five more
I'ma need that 'fore I walk through the door
I knew you was pussy from the gate
I just tried to look past all your fake
I just tried to look past all your hate
I don't give a fuck how much you make
I just bought a skate, that bitch brand new
From the bottom of my heart I can't stand you
I just wrapped a brick in saran full
Fuckin' wrap that nigga ass up in saran too
Stop at your bitch house like a pit stop
Dunk on your bitch head just like Chris Bosh
Fuck it shawty, they done got me pissed off
Forty dumpin', I ain't finna miss y'all
Jump up out that bitch with the stick
Run off with a brick and your bitch
That ho need a ride, call Lyft
Change up the gear, stick shift
Kill yourself, go jump off a cliff
That bitch be right there on my hip
Ain't gon' play no games with your ass
Waka Flocka Flame on your ass
I knew you was pussy from the gate
I just tried to look past all your fake
I just tried to look past all your hate
I don't give a fuck how much you make
I just bought a skate, that bitch brand new
From the bottom of my heart I can't stand you
I just wrapped a brick in saran full
Fuckin' wrap that nigga ass up in saran too
I knew you was fake
I knew you was broke
I knew you was, uh
I knew you was, uh
I knew you was pussy from the gate
I just tried to look past all your fake
I just tried to look past all your hate
I don't give a fuck how much you make
I just bought a skate, that bitch brand new
From the bottom of my heart I can't stand you
I just wrapped a brick in saran full
Fuckin' wrap that nigga ass up in saran too
Mash on the gas, blow the motor
Eighty made me mad, game over
Give a broke ho the cold shoulder
Wake her up with dick like Folgers
I don't wanna fuck her, I don't wanna love her
I ain't tryna cuff her, baby I ain't your sucker
Lollipop, she just gave me crazy top
Time to clean the game up, where the mop?
These niggas hoes and I know
I'ma need five for the show
If you want me to chill, five more
I'ma need that 'fore I walk through the door
I knew you was pussy from the gate
I just tried to look past all your fake
I just tried to look past all your hate
I don't give a fuck how much you make
I just bought a skate, that bitch brand new
From the bottom of my heart I can't stand you
I just wrapped a brick in saran full
Fuckin' wrap that nigga ass up in saran too
Stop at your bitch house like a pit stop
Dunk on your bitch head just like Chris Bosh
Fuck it shawty, they done got me pissed off
Forty dumpin', I ain't finna miss y'all
Jump up out that bitch with the stick
Run off with a brick and your bitch
That ho need a ride, call Lyft
Change up the gear, stick shift
Kill yourself, go jump off a cliff
That bitch be right there on my hip
Ain't gon' play no games with your ass
Waka Flocka Flame on your ass
I knew you was pussy from the gate
I just tried to look past all your fake
I just tried to look past all your hate
I don't give a fuck how much you make
I just bought a skate, that bitch brand new
From the bottom of my heart I can't stand you
I just wrapped a brick in saran full
Fuckin' wrap that nigga ass up in saran too
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