Puffin' Game

You'll be amazed at what you get
Once you get up on your shit
Roll the paper light the bic
Take my time and take the dick

Rocking at my own tempo
Orange hair she my kinfolk
Jelly peanut butter whip those
Yea I'm up but I been broke

Always got my bitches wit me
We like hundreds and the fifties
Boujie bitches, we pretty
Bet my ex nigga miss me

Had to do the self love
Shit was getting kinda tough
Had to face all my demons
Baby I'm wit it wassup

These niggas playing games
I just dipped out in a range
Man these niggas actin strange
Might just pull up with the thang

I got, I got what you need
I put that on the gang
Pop that, pop that pussy
Then he going to bank

Man these bitches playing games
I just dipped out in a range
Man these bitches acting strange
I'm just puffin' on my strain

I got, I got what you need
I put that on the gang
Pop that, pop that pussy
Then he going to bank

Second verse gone and fuck it up
Off that tequila I suck it up
Bad bitch, so he run it up
Hyphy Wifey, so he cuff it up

He pull up flowers at my show
Real Nigga he a go
Bought me a Frenchie like 4oe
I need some millies fasho

I need attention take me shopping
Show me that you know I'm popping
Next summer out in London
I been grinding never bumming

Had to cut some family off
They was pushing on my buttons
Treat these Niggas like it's nothin
Huffin Puffin keep it thuggin

These niggas playing games
I just dipped out in a range
Man these niggas actin strange
Might just pull up with the thang

I got, I got what you need
I put that on the gang
Pop that, pop that pussy
Then he going to bank

Man these bitches playing games
I just dipped out in a range
Man these bitches acting strange
I'm just puffin' on my strain

I got, I got what you need
I put that on the gang
Pop that, pop that pussy
Then he going to bank



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Writer(s): Asia Pitcher
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