Karrie Underwood
Bad bitch, sittin pretty She gone fuck and suck me good
She ain't finna ask about no money cause that's understood
My nigga in the kitchen with that white girl, Karrie Underwood
Cocaine in her underwear, She act like it ain't nothin there
I'm so fulla drugs, I think I just had a heart attack
In the club with my pack, I'm servin, servin back to back
Plenty drink, Plenty smoke and pills, That's how I relax
Turnt up to the fuckin max, Trapping in my air max
She gone do what I say cause I got her on payroll
Bought herself some clothes and she brought me back a draco
I get more head than halos, Shooting at your halo
Fuck nigga go lay low, I'm counting up my pesos
I'm the man, I'm the man, Fuck you and yo whole clan
Plenty Xans, Pass em out like church fans
Got the trap on lock, Make the sack breakdance
Hand on my pistol cause ion like to shake hands
Make sure y'all put some gold on my headstone
I'm racked up, This nigga said he left his bread at home
Bitch I gotta million dollar cell phone
And Ima make it big if they don't tell on me
Bad bitch, sittin pretty She gone fuck and suck me good
She ain't finna ask about no money cause that's understood
My nigga in the kitchen with that white girl, Karrie Underwood
Cocaine in her underwear, She act like it ain't nothin there
Bad bitch, sittin pretty She gone fuck and suck me good
She ain't finna ask about no money cause that's understood
My nigga in the kitchen with that white girl, Karrie Underwood
Cocaine in her underwear, She act like it ain't nothin there
She ain't finna ask about no money cause that's understood
My nigga in the kitchen with that white girl, Karrie Underwood
Cocaine in her underwear, She act like it ain't nothin there
I'm so fulla drugs, I think I just had a heart attack
In the club with my pack, I'm servin, servin back to back
Plenty drink, Plenty smoke and pills, That's how I relax
Turnt up to the fuckin max, Trapping in my air max
She gone do what I say cause I got her on payroll
Bought herself some clothes and she brought me back a draco
I get more head than halos, Shooting at your halo
Fuck nigga go lay low, I'm counting up my pesos
I'm the man, I'm the man, Fuck you and yo whole clan
Plenty Xans, Pass em out like church fans
Got the trap on lock, Make the sack breakdance
Hand on my pistol cause ion like to shake hands
Make sure y'all put some gold on my headstone
I'm racked up, This nigga said he left his bread at home
Bitch I gotta million dollar cell phone
And Ima make it big if they don't tell on me
Bad bitch, sittin pretty She gone fuck and suck me good
She ain't finna ask about no money cause that's understood
My nigga in the kitchen with that white girl, Karrie Underwood
Cocaine in her underwear, She act like it ain't nothin there
Bad bitch, sittin pretty She gone fuck and suck me good
She ain't finna ask about no money cause that's understood
My nigga in the kitchen with that white girl, Karrie Underwood
Cocaine in her underwear, She act like it ain't nothin there
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Writer(s): Ja'cori Wynn
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