Say Less
Look, I'm back up on this bitch
Back on that old shit
Your chick all on my dick
With this icy ass fit
Hold up, wait
I'm still kicking shit
Hoe don't take no pics
I don't do no flicks
Like a family full of Mexicans
We moving bricks
A room full of chicks
They all doing tricks
All this hate going around
Bitch I do my shit
And you can't fuck with me
If I fuck yo' bitch
If this chick get to tripping
Then she getting kicked
Nigga say he got them sticks and
Nobody hit
But what his name is
I don't know, snitch
All this fame is not shit
If I I'm not getting rich and
If I shoot my shot
Bitch I'm not gone miss
All I wanted was a kiss
Then she did a split
I want the light skin
Not the other chick and
Don't hit me up
When I'm blowing up
I'm not worried about shit
But getting my digits up
This shit got me stuck
She just wanted me to hit her
Like a hockey puck
She treat me good
I call her Donald Duck
I'm a young goat
Designer on my coat
First mill I touch
Watch I do the most
Got your chick up off the rebound. and
She put me in the post
Let's just face it
I'm the shit I can't even boast
I'm a say less
Bitch you shop at pay less
Back on that old shit
Your chick all on my dick
With this icy ass fit
Hold up, wait
I'm still kicking shit
Hoe don't take no pics
I don't do no flicks
Like a family full of Mexicans
We moving bricks
A room full of chicks
They all doing tricks
All this hate going around
Bitch I do my shit
And you can't fuck with me
If I fuck yo' bitch
If this chick get to tripping
Then she getting kicked
Nigga say he got them sticks and
Nobody hit
But what his name is
I don't know, snitch
All this fame is not shit
If I I'm not getting rich and
If I shoot my shot
Bitch I'm not gone miss
All I wanted was a kiss
Then she did a split
I want the light skin
Not the other chick and
Don't hit me up
When I'm blowing up
I'm not worried about shit
But getting my digits up
This shit got me stuck
She just wanted me to hit her
Like a hockey puck
She treat me good
I call her Donald Duck
I'm a young goat
Designer on my coat
First mill I touch
Watch I do the most
Got your chick up off the rebound. and
She put me in the post
Let's just face it
I'm the shit I can't even boast
I'm a say less
Bitch you shop at pay less
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