Main
Uh... uh... uh
My main bih
Don't play with
She wanna be my main bitch
One that I don't play with
One that's not on lame shit
One that's not gon aim it, gon flame it
My main bitch
One that she can hang with
One that can go spray shit
One that's on that same shit no lame shit
Uh say lil mama wanna be the main
She need a raise cuz she sick and tired of being bae
Sick and tired, I dick her down and pick her up like she don't weigh
That'll put that smile up on her face when I pull out her braids
Uh damn you do that shit so cra
Uh and you know you just the one I crave
Uh and you know I'm never tricking but tell me girl
Am I tripping if I tip you like you was a maid
Uh give you chips like it was Frito Lay
Uh then spread you out like frosting on a cake
Uh and tell me girl would you just love
If I put a bun in yo oven and stayed with you while you let it bake
Uh I'm like a chef but I ain't serving plates
Uh I'm serving dick and you can get a taste
Uh and I kinda treat it like a race
I let you finish first and that's the reason I'm in 1st place
Never late, never hate, make her cum, no hesitate
She a dermatologist so I just put it on her face
She acting like a fan so it's only right if I make her pay
And you got that ass, girl it's only right if we make a tape
I'm the coach, make a play, take you outta section 8
Take you from yo nigga, he a lame and you enjoy the gang
Now she fucking with Prince and she say she wanna be the main
She say she wanna be my main bitch
One that I don't play with
One that's not on lame shit
One that's not gon aim it, gon flame it
My main bitch
One that she can hang with
One that can go spray shit
One that's on that same shit no lame shit
So why you fucking with that lame nigga
The same nigga, the one that put you through pain nigga
In the rain with you, like he didn't have a brain with you
And baby I'm a artist, he can't even picture paint with you
Uh I got you wetter than yo bathing suit
Uh and that's something he can't make you do
You know I'm trynna make it rain with you
That's why she wanna be my main bitch
One that I don't play with
One that's not on lame shit
One that's not gon aim it, gon flame it
My main bitch
One that she can hang with
One that can go spray shit
One that's on that same shit no lame shit
My main bitch
One that I don't play with
My main bih
Don't play with
She wanna be my main bitch
One that I don't play with
One that's not on lame shit
One that's not gon aim it, gon flame it
My main bitch
One that she can hang with
One that can go spray shit
One that's on that same shit no lame shit
Uh say lil mama wanna be the main
She need a raise cuz she sick and tired of being bae
Sick and tired, I dick her down and pick her up like she don't weigh
That'll put that smile up on her face when I pull out her braids
Uh damn you do that shit so cra
Uh and you know you just the one I crave
Uh and you know I'm never tricking but tell me girl
Am I tripping if I tip you like you was a maid
Uh give you chips like it was Frito Lay
Uh then spread you out like frosting on a cake
Uh and tell me girl would you just love
If I put a bun in yo oven and stayed with you while you let it bake
Uh I'm like a chef but I ain't serving plates
Uh I'm serving dick and you can get a taste
Uh and I kinda treat it like a race
I let you finish first and that's the reason I'm in 1st place
Never late, never hate, make her cum, no hesitate
She a dermatologist so I just put it on her face
She acting like a fan so it's only right if I make her pay
And you got that ass, girl it's only right if we make a tape
I'm the coach, make a play, take you outta section 8
Take you from yo nigga, he a lame and you enjoy the gang
Now she fucking with Prince and she say she wanna be the main
She say she wanna be my main bitch
One that I don't play with
One that's not on lame shit
One that's not gon aim it, gon flame it
My main bitch
One that she can hang with
One that can go spray shit
One that's on that same shit no lame shit
So why you fucking with that lame nigga
The same nigga, the one that put you through pain nigga
In the rain with you, like he didn't have a brain with you
And baby I'm a artist, he can't even picture paint with you
Uh I got you wetter than yo bathing suit
Uh and that's something he can't make you do
You know I'm trynna make it rain with you
That's why she wanna be my main bitch
One that I don't play with
One that's not on lame shit
One that's not gon aim it, gon flame it
My main bitch
One that she can hang with
One that can go spray shit
One that's on that same shit no lame shit
My main bitch
One that I don't play with
Credits
Writer(s): Prince Washington
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