T.S.
What what
What what
Walked in the club with
Dis bad ass bit
5 minutes later
Shawty said she want dick (gang)
223 on my mofokin hip
Bust a cap in ur ass
Leave a dent on ur lip (lets go)
Hop in the whip and the coupe
Too fast nigga talk to much cant
Catch my drift (woah)
Nigga try run up on me and the
Gang we gon make the bit sing like
Taylor Swift (what what)
Taylor Swift (lets gooo)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what what)
Taylor Swift (lets gooo)
Choppa gon sing Like Taylor (bishh what)
Taylor Swift (lets go)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (grr grr)
Taylor Swift (lets go)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what)
Taylor Swift
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what what)
Taylor swift (grrrr)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what what)
Taylor Swift (lets go)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (Taylor)
Taylor Swift
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (Taylor)
Enough of the mumblin shii
I'm gon come in her shii
cause I'm runnin this shii
I got three in My dm's they rumblin and shii
If I sneeze and u see me say bless U lil bitch
Wait huh wait what
I ain't trynna kick it with yall like Tekken
Why u keep talkin
Bitch I ain't asking
I don't talk much I just my get my racks in
Shawty throw it back I'm gon break her back
She don't got good brain
In the head she lackin (lets gooo)
But the back fat u can tell she packin
Lil chick foreign I can tell by the accent
Big boy gun trippie redd with the Mac 10
Gotta stay strapped gotta keep me magnum
Need a rolls royce not a wraith need a phantom
All these boys plottin on me like plankton
I don't give a damn play with lion like Samson
Yeah they thought I was done
I need that Prada that Yves Saint Laurent
Pussy ass boy keep hatin
I stay in my lane I don't even be smokin the runtz
Bit I want money and I want the fame
Maybach, with the wood grain
tired off chillin out here with these old niggas
And these Young niggas who be lame
Pop him right there in his face (frrr)
Put that lil boy in his place (yuh)
Bit nigga losin his way (what)
My choppa different got waze(grrr)
Shoota gon pull out that fye (fye)
He set that boy johnny blaze (fye)
Shii get u wet like the bay (wet)
Shii get u wetter than may (bow)
Walked in the club with
Dis bad ass bit
5 minutes later
Shawty said she want dick (gang)
223 on my mofokin hip
Bust a cap in ur ass
Leave a dent on ur lip (lets go)
Hop in the whip and the coupe
Too fast nigga talk to much cant
Catch my drift (woah)
Nigga try run up on me and the
Gang we gon make the bit sing like
Taylor Swift
What what
Walked in the club with
Dis bad ass bit
5 minutes later
Shawty said she want dick (gang)
223 on my mofokin hip
Bust a cap in ur ass
Leave a dent on ur lip (lets go)
Hop in the whip and the coupe
Too fast nigga talk to much cant
Catch my drift (woah)
Nigga try run up on me and the
Gang we gon make the bit sing like
Taylor Swift (what what)
Taylor Swift (lets gooo)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what what)
Taylor Swift (lets gooo)
Choppa gon sing Like Taylor (bishh what)
Taylor Swift (lets go)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (grr grr)
Taylor Swift (lets go)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what)
Taylor Swift
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what what)
Taylor swift (grrrr)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (what what)
Taylor Swift (lets go)
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (Taylor)
Taylor Swift
Choppa gon sing like Taylor (Taylor)
Enough of the mumblin shii
I'm gon come in her shii
cause I'm runnin this shii
I got three in My dm's they rumblin and shii
If I sneeze and u see me say bless U lil bitch
Wait huh wait what
I ain't trynna kick it with yall like Tekken
Why u keep talkin
Bitch I ain't asking
I don't talk much I just my get my racks in
Shawty throw it back I'm gon break her back
She don't got good brain
In the head she lackin (lets gooo)
But the back fat u can tell she packin
Lil chick foreign I can tell by the accent
Big boy gun trippie redd with the Mac 10
Gotta stay strapped gotta keep me magnum
Need a rolls royce not a wraith need a phantom
All these boys plottin on me like plankton
I don't give a damn play with lion like Samson
Yeah they thought I was done
I need that Prada that Yves Saint Laurent
Pussy ass boy keep hatin
I stay in my lane I don't even be smokin the runtz
Bit I want money and I want the fame
Maybach, with the wood grain
tired off chillin out here with these old niggas
And these Young niggas who be lame
Pop him right there in his face (frrr)
Put that lil boy in his place (yuh)
Bit nigga losin his way (what)
My choppa different got waze(grrr)
Shoota gon pull out that fye (fye)
He set that boy johnny blaze (fye)
Shii get u wet like the bay (wet)
Shii get u wetter than may (bow)
Walked in the club with
Dis bad ass bit
5 minutes later
Shawty said she want dick (gang)
223 on my mofokin hip
Bust a cap in ur ass
Leave a dent on ur lip (lets go)
Hop in the whip and the coupe
Too fast nigga talk to much cant
Catch my drift (woah)
Nigga try run up on me and the
Gang we gon make the bit sing like
Taylor Swift
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