She Don't Believe Me
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
(Uh huh)
Lil' niggas can't match this
I just bagged a foreign that's a bad bitch
Off the pack I'm snoring but not lacking
Snow bunny I pulled her out like magic
The hat trick
Can't match dis
(These niggas can't match this)
I got way too much gas in the blunt
She got way too much ass in the trunk (Aye)
I know you
You know me
Babygirl wassup? (Aye)
I can't be boyfriend I can't be your buttercup (Aye)
Only thing I love is money, weed, and turning up
(Aye)
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
Old heads trynna bump me on a CD
Dread-head papi but no I'm not C.V
I don't really like that hoe she's leechy
Knocking down her walls I leave her leeky
And my brother got a piece she's treeshy
It's shit too easy
(What I told these niggas? Turn up aye)
Lil' niggas can't match this
I just bagged a foreign that's a bad bitch
Off the perc im snoring but not lacking
I don't like it boring so what's happening?
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
(Uh huh)
Lil' niggas can't match this
I just bagged a foreign that's a bad bitch
Off the pack I'm snoring but not lacking
Snow bunny I pulled her out like magic
The hat trick
Can't match dis
(These niggas can't match this)
I got way too much gas in the blunt
She got way too much ass in the trunk (Aye)
I know you
You know me
Babygirl wassup? (Aye)
I can't be boyfriend I can't be your buttercup (Aye)
Only thing I love is money, weed, and turning up
(Aye)
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
Old heads trynna bump me on a CD
Dread-head papi but no I'm not C.V
I don't really like that hoe she's leechy
Knocking down her walls I leave her leeky
And my brother got a piece she's treeshy
It's shit too easy
(What I told these niggas? Turn up aye)
Lil' niggas can't match this
I just bagged a foreign that's a bad bitch
Off the perc im snoring but not lacking
I don't like it boring so what's happening?
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
She don't believe me
I flex and finesse this shit so easy
I told her come see herself come see see
That gun came compressed we lemon squeezy
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Jackson
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