72
Uh, yeah
Quiet On Set
Don't go out no more (Huh)
She keep texting X and O's (O's)
Don't love hoes (Woah)
Don't do that shit anymore (More)
Big step my shoes
Oo, fuck one bitch I might want two (Oo)
JK you hoe (Hoe)
I can't love no hoe no more
I bring the best, keep it
I am the president, hand on my chest (Chest)
Guess what's next
Fuck all the calling I just wanna text
Chew my guap (Guap)
Once I'm on I ain't ever gon' stop (Stop)
Talk to my guap
Told her promise you love me a lot
Fuck around kiss her forehead
I get dough like cornbread
Hey little boy where your whore at
Been balling since you weren't even born yet
Bitch I'm on point like an index
How the fuck we ain't win yet
I fuck a bitch 'till sunset
Little boy I ain't even done yet
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I get paid every fucking day
They was tryna look at all my cards 'till I pulled a ace
Ace card put these rappers in a grave yard
They was tryna get me for my spot I made em give me all the loot
Don't go out no more
She keep texting X and O's
Don't love hoes
Don't do that shit anymore
Big step my shoes
Oo, fuck one bitch I might want two
JK you hoe
I can't love no hoe no more
I bring the best, keep it
I am the president, hand on my chest
Guess what's next
Fuck all the calling I just wanna text
Chew my guap
Once I'm on I ain't ever gon' stop
Talk to my guap
Told her promise you love me a lot
Quiet On Set
Don't go out no more (Huh)
She keep texting X and O's (O's)
Don't love hoes (Woah)
Don't do that shit anymore (More)
Big step my shoes
Oo, fuck one bitch I might want two (Oo)
JK you hoe (Hoe)
I can't love no hoe no more
I bring the best, keep it
I am the president, hand on my chest (Chest)
Guess what's next
Fuck all the calling I just wanna text
Chew my guap (Guap)
Once I'm on I ain't ever gon' stop (Stop)
Talk to my guap
Told her promise you love me a lot
Fuck around kiss her forehead
I get dough like cornbread
Hey little boy where your whore at
Been balling since you weren't even born yet
Bitch I'm on point like an index
How the fuck we ain't win yet
I fuck a bitch 'till sunset
Little boy I ain't even done yet
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I get paid every fucking day
They was tryna look at all my cards 'till I pulled a ace
Ace card put these rappers in a grave yard
They was tryna get me for my spot I made em give me all the loot
Don't go out no more
She keep texting X and O's
Don't love hoes
Don't do that shit anymore
Big step my shoes
Oo, fuck one bitch I might want two
JK you hoe
I can't love no hoe no more
I bring the best, keep it
I am the president, hand on my chest
Guess what's next
Fuck all the calling I just wanna text
Chew my guap
Once I'm on I ain't ever gon' stop
Talk to my guap
Told her promise you love me a lot
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Leonelli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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