Church!!!

You know ima hit it
Hitting yo bitch like she was my bitch
You run up you know I aint missing
You better duck cuz im busting like Stevie Wonder when I up out the coupe
No I aint from brooklyn but you know a young nigga tryna get loot
You know I need me the loot
I had to go get my bars up
I told yo bitch give them jaws up
Suck on me bitch till it lock up
Then swallow my cream like its Starbucks
Im just tryna get more bucks
You a lame you a sitting duck
24s when im pulling up
Stop the games you cant fuck wit us
You can not talk to me if you pulled in a Plymouth
Where do I beginneth
Yo bitch pussy hella trash gave her 8 strokes and then a nigga finished
No this car is not rented
Sorry for all this shitting
Fuck all yo feelings if you was offended
I can not stop all this flexing
I bust on her face yea im messy
She dribbling balls no Messi
No im not stressing
93 all in my lungs ima be high for a century
You cuffin the hoe but I bust in her mouth
Damn that shit is so nasty
I ride around the city in a coupe
Yea you know a nigga flashy



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Writer(s): Kel Flair
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