Favorite Nigga

Yeah

Bitch on my dick, tell that hoe hop off
Shawty thick, for the [?], and that color hot sauce
I smell like pussy, I even washed off (Skrr!)
Back to the money, I can't turn the block off

Bend the block in the coupe
I do lots in the booth
Hit an opp when I shoot, hit an opp when I shoot
Bitch wanna be breeze, tell the truth, I can't blame a nigga
Yeah, I'm my favorite nigga, yeah
A money ain't change a nigga

Slide on safe, drive through [?], ride no [?]
Couple chains on, no I'm not two safes
Same niggas with me, no it's not gon' change
Make a bitch stand like change, ooh
Nigga been tidal like waves, ooh
Money cleaned up like [?], ooh
No hand out catch fades, ooh
No hand out catch fades, yeah
My bitch got it made, yeah
Niggas ain't want me to win (No), kick doors in like raids, yeah
Kick doors in the flood (Woah), nigga, shit rose out mud, woah
Came out blue like [?] (Woah), you just get stepped on like rugs, woah
Now a nigga feel like Denzel, hoes wanna be me, hoes wan' fuck me, yeah
She can't touch me, yeah, your bitch ugly, yeah
You disgust me, yeah, your bitch not my type, no, no, you got lucky, yeah
I get money like it's attached to me bitch
I got racks on me, bitch
I got cash on me, bitch
Used to laugh at me, bitch
So I act funny, bitch
Pockets fat on me, bitch
I'm on quarantine, hoe, come relax with me, bitch
Yeah

Bitch on my dick, tell that hoe hop off
Shawty thick, for the [?], and that color hot sauce
I smell like pussy, I even washed off (Skrr!)
Back to the money, I can't turn the block off

Bend the block in the coupe
I do lots in the booth
Hit an opp when I shoot, hit an opp when I shoot
Bitch wanna be breeze, tell the truth, I can't blame a nigga
Yeah, I'm my favorite nigga, huh, on god



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Writer(s): Robert Gill, Kalon Berry, Mario Luciano
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