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And my wrist as presidential as the POTUS is...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The hate way too real to not notice it
This hoe way too thick to not notice it
I'm way too dripped, she notice it
And my wrist as presidential as the POTUS is
Yeaa, I love the way her lotus sit
She keep looking at me, I think her man over it
Said she wanna ride my dick just like a motorist
She bouta cum, but I'm not done told her keep focusing
Don't you lose sight of what is important
And, just cause you got yours don't mean it's over, I'm still goin
And that ass she keep on throwing, so that back I keep on blowing
On these tracks I keep on flowing, ima do that til she ain't hoeing
So I guess that ima do this for a long time, long run
I know bums, leeching over crumbs, I got the whole bun
Matter fact the whole loaf, she telling me hold off
I don't think she tired of me fuckin her to slow songs
No kizzy, I get busy, I don't need to front
Always on the frontlines, but I'm never slumped
I could get you slumped, I could get you touched
I could get you bumped, get you out the club
I just hit my brand new walk and my top hitting
I just cut the head up off that Porsche now my top missing
I keep fuckin on your whore, she is not missing
Ion even wanna do that shit, mane ion even wanna go there
Told that hoe that she could go there if she wanna go there
Pissin' off bitches, I been spittin' on bitches
Thick enough bitches, swear they thick enough bitches
I got a lot on my mind
Whole lot more on my plate
This could, GO, either one of 2 ways
I gotta play my part
I gotta play it straight
I gotta do my part
Not do what they say
Talk my shit
Pop my shit
Pop my collar too
I got a bitch
She got a bitch
They top dollar too
I said I got a bitch, she got a bitch, and they swallow too
I got a bitch, she got a bitch, I don't gotta choose
Yeaa, I'm bouta change this whole game up
I know they don't believe us, they just gon' be shameless
Coupe white on white, I swear that bitch look just like Sheamus
Remember when I lived on 127 in the basement
What you know bout chasing it
And finally making it
What you know bout chasing it
And finally making it
What you know bout chasing it
And finally making it
What you know bout chasing it
And making it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The hate way too real to not notice it
This hoe way too thick to not notice it
I'm way too dripped, she notice it
And my wrist as presidential as the POTUS is
Yeaa, I love the way her lotus sit
She keep looking at me, I think her man over it
Said she wanna ride my dick just like a motorist
She bouta cum, but I'm not done told her keep focusing
Don't you lose sight of what is important
And, just cause you got yours don't mean it's over, I'm still goin
And that ass she keep on throwing, so that back I keep on blowing
On these tracks I keep on flowing, ima do that til she ain't hoeing
So I guess that ima do this for a long time, long run
I know bums, leeching over crumbs, I got the whole bun
Matter fact the whole loaf, she telling me hold off
I don't think she tired of me fuckin her to slow songs
No kizzy, I get busy, I don't need to front
Always on the frontlines, but I'm never slumped
I could get you slumped, I could get you touched
I could get you bumped, get you out the club
I just hit my brand new walk and my top hitting
I just cut the head up off that Porsche now my top missing
I keep fuckin on your whore, she is not missing
Ion even wanna do that shit, mane ion even wanna go there
Told that hoe that she could go there if she wanna go there
Pissin' off bitches, I been spittin' on bitches
Thick enough bitches, swear they thick enough bitches
I got a lot on my mind
Whole lot more on my plate
This could, GO, either one of 2 ways
I gotta play my part
I gotta play it straight
I gotta do my part
Not do what they say
Talk my shit
Pop my shit
Pop my collar too
I got a bitch
She got a bitch
They top dollar too
I said I got a bitch, she got a bitch, and they swallow too
I got a bitch, she got a bitch, I don't gotta choose
Yeaa, I'm bouta change this whole game up
I know they don't believe us, they just gon' be shameless
Coupe white on white, I swear that bitch look just like Sheamus
Remember when I lived on 127 in the basement
What you know bout chasing it
And finally making it
What you know bout chasing it
And finally making it
What you know bout chasing it
And finally making it
What you know bout chasing it
And making it
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Writer(s): Navninder Singh
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