My Moment
Mhhmnn
I put some shots to your body like doctor
Working trap day to day I'm the farmer
I would never let my son call a nigga dada
Gave you all that you need that's why I'm called your pops
Hating niggas and bitches they talking blah blah
Put the dick in her mouth now that bih got lock jaw
That bitch moving her waist with the swing like cha-cha
Give thanks to the father I give thanks to jah
Already feel the pain R.I.P to Grandma
I only live once keep the tool my partner
I love 38 only one thing that drop
Pull out and I squeeze and I ain't gotta clock it back
Look at your gang they all bout to get heart attack
I'm smashing these hoes I'm fucking one in Pontiac
I fuck and I'm out the door boy you got tolerance
I don't see you haters but you still my audience
Mhhmnn
Boy you don't want get me pissed off
Boy you don't want get me pissed off
I need exotic put me in my zone
I got ice on my body my ice it is froze
You think I'm fine bitch come here get the pole
You wanna fuck little bitch play your roll
This is my moment
She took my dick and she throated it
I'm off the runtz and the codeine
Knock off his top my heart frozen
500 my gang with the poles yea
Forever I stick to the code yea
Free G Ruga my brother brody
We used to fuck all the hoes from the O to the bay
Without you my nigga I'm lonely
But they still riding dick like a pony
Niggas still wanna be me my clowns
Still in the trap bitch I get to the doe
Blackrockstar on my drip rocking designer clothes
You know I will tag a fuck nigga toe
Don't do no talking my choppa on go
My son gotta eat and my son gotta grow
He gotta grow
I put some shots to your body like doctor
Working trap day to day I'm the farmer
I would never let my son call a nigga dada
Gave you all that you need that's why I'm called ya pops
Hating niggas and bitches they talking blah blah
Put the dick in her mouth now that bih got lock jaw
That bitch moving her waist with the swing like cha-cha
Give thanks to the father
I give thanks to jah
Already feel the pain R.I.P to Grandma
I only live once keep the tool my partna
I love 38 only one thing that drop
Pull out and I squeeze and I ain't gotta clock it back
Look at ur gang they all bout to get heart attack
I'm smashing these hoes I'm fucking one in Pontiac
I fuck and I'm out the door boy you got tolerance
I don't see you haters but you still my audience
I put some shots to your body like doctor
Working trap day to day I'm the farmer
I would never let my son call a nigga dada
Gave you all that you need that's why I'm called your pops
Hating niggas and bitches they talking blah blah
Put the dick in her mouth now that bih got lock jaw
That bitch moving her waist with the swing like cha-cha
Give thanks to the father I give thanks to jah
Already feel the pain R.I.P to Grandma
I only live once keep the tool my partner
I love 38 only one thing that drop
Pull out and I squeeze and I ain't gotta clock it back
Look at your gang they all bout to get heart attack
I'm smashing these hoes I'm fucking one in Pontiac
I fuck and I'm out the door boy you got tolerance
I don't see you haters but you still my audience
Mhhmnn
Boy you don't want get me pissed off
Boy you don't want get me pissed off
I need exotic put me in my zone
I got ice on my body my ice it is froze
You think I'm fine bitch come here get the pole
You wanna fuck little bitch play your roll
This is my moment
She took my dick and she throated it
I'm off the runtz and the codeine
Knock off his top my heart frozen
500 my gang with the poles yea
Forever I stick to the code yea
Free G Ruga my brother brody
We used to fuck all the hoes from the O to the bay
Without you my nigga I'm lonely
But they still riding dick like a pony
Niggas still wanna be me my clowns
Still in the trap bitch I get to the doe
Blackrockstar on my drip rocking designer clothes
You know I will tag a fuck nigga toe
Don't do no talking my choppa on go
My son gotta eat and my son gotta grow
He gotta grow
I put some shots to your body like doctor
Working trap day to day I'm the farmer
I would never let my son call a nigga dada
Gave you all that you need that's why I'm called ya pops
Hating niggas and bitches they talking blah blah
Put the dick in her mouth now that bih got lock jaw
That bitch moving her waist with the swing like cha-cha
Give thanks to the father
I give thanks to jah
Already feel the pain R.I.P to Grandma
I only live once keep the tool my partna
I love 38 only one thing that drop
Pull out and I squeeze and I ain't gotta clock it back
Look at ur gang they all bout to get heart attack
I'm smashing these hoes I'm fucking one in Pontiac
I fuck and I'm out the door boy you got tolerance
I don't see you haters but you still my audience
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Waddell
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