Gotta Get More
In the kitchen wit the fork whippn the baby abort I bet she gone take me to court
I'm whippn the baby a whore
Hit the trap err night but still I pray to the lord devil won't take me nomore
I'm running to the benjis sprinting to the benjis I gotta get more
I gotta get more
I gotta get more
My nigga gone step like a door I fuck on a bitch u adore I fuck on yo whore I tell her to Eat it up more Nd guess what she eat it up more yo bitch is a slore
I tell her to ride it like Megan cuss this lil bitch is a stallion
Dam I be styling
No wild Nd out I be wilding
Yo diamonds they looking kinda cloudy
Got me a sack like I'm clowney young nigga be fresher than downy
She gotta eat it up I'm sorry
Catch me a body dam I might catch me a hommy nina she right here beside me
Tell on nobdy swear I won't tell on nobdy being loyal like a hobby
She eat it up like wusabi
Yung nigga hitter than takis
I hide the dope in her stockings
In the kitchen wit the pots and pans we got drums know I got me
Some bands
U prolly tell on yo mans
U working wit police I pick and roll like gonobli pour 2 in 4 like I'm Kobe
Ooops I mean I pour 4 in a 2 slide wit the crew we not toating deuce deuce
Run some bands up
Hit ya mans up
Dam they can't stand us
I upgrade my standards
The plug won't up to par
Re up out the manor
We lit like a candle
Straight to the top like a lander
I swear we won't flop like a sandle
I'll get u touch like a touch screen no kindle
I'm whippn the baby a whore
Hit the trap err night but still I pray to the lord devil won't take me nomore
I'm running to the benjis sprinting to the benjis I gotta get more
I gotta get more
I gotta get more
My nigga gone step like a door I fuck on a bitch u adore I fuck on yo whore I tell her to Eat it up more Nd guess what she eat it up more yo bitch is a slore
I tell her to ride it like Megan cuss this lil bitch is a stallion
Dam I be styling
No wild Nd out I be wilding
Yo diamonds they looking kinda cloudy
Got me a sack like I'm clowney young nigga be fresher than downy
She gotta eat it up I'm sorry
Catch me a body dam I might catch me a hommy nina she right here beside me
Tell on nobdy swear I won't tell on nobdy being loyal like a hobby
She eat it up like wusabi
Yung nigga hitter than takis
I hide the dope in her stockings
In the kitchen wit the pots and pans we got drums know I got me
Some bands
U prolly tell on yo mans
U working wit police I pick and roll like gonobli pour 2 in 4 like I'm Kobe
Ooops I mean I pour 4 in a 2 slide wit the crew we not toating deuce deuce
Run some bands up
Hit ya mans up
Dam they can't stand us
I upgrade my standards
The plug won't up to par
Re up out the manor
We lit like a candle
Straight to the top like a lander
I swear we won't flop like a sandle
I'll get u touch like a touch screen no kindle
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Writer(s): Malik Odom
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