Make That Shit
Bitch, is you serious?
Nigga flash that lil shit again, and we clearing shit
Don't pass me that lil shit again ima be furious
Banana clips if you feel like George and you curious
Dawg said I wasn't on the block, is you serious?
I pull that choppa out quick he on his period
Bitch you need to shut the fuck up, I'm not hearing it
I'm in that big ass truck and i ain't steering it
You in that big ass truck, nigga pick me up
Broke ass niggas still talking, need to zip it up
Big honey bourbon wood got me coughing, cause i filled it up
Bitch its some real mack niggas in the room and you can't sit wit us
Why the fuck you keep talking like you paid?
My nigga Tee had a 38 in sixth grade
Yo bitch wanna fuck me, I got the pape
I pulled up to the mall wearing all Bape
I was tired of being broke I had to, wait
' bouta go off on the plug, all this fuckin shake
My name ain't muthafuckin' Debbie all I touch is cake
Glasses on my face, and they heavy, and they fuckin snake
Stop looking at me, for I break yo shit
Matter of fact I'm bouta call Meech, he gone take yo shit
Why you crying bout the oven, better bake that shit
Niggas ask how you get money, bitch I make that shit
Niggas ask how you get money, bitch I make that shit
Nigga
Niggas ask how you get money, bitch I make that shit
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch I make that shit
I'll take yo shit
Nigga flash that lil shit again, and we clearing shit
Don't pass me that lil shit again ima be furious
Banana clips if you feel like George and you curious
Dawg said I wasn't on the block, is you serious?
I pull that choppa out quick he on his period
Bitch you need to shut the fuck up, I'm not hearing it
I'm in that big ass truck and i ain't steering it
You in that big ass truck, nigga pick me up
Broke ass niggas still talking, need to zip it up
Big honey bourbon wood got me coughing, cause i filled it up
Bitch its some real mack niggas in the room and you can't sit wit us
Why the fuck you keep talking like you paid?
My nigga Tee had a 38 in sixth grade
Yo bitch wanna fuck me, I got the pape
I pulled up to the mall wearing all Bape
I was tired of being broke I had to, wait
' bouta go off on the plug, all this fuckin shake
My name ain't muthafuckin' Debbie all I touch is cake
Glasses on my face, and they heavy, and they fuckin snake
Stop looking at me, for I break yo shit
Matter of fact I'm bouta call Meech, he gone take yo shit
Why you crying bout the oven, better bake that shit
Niggas ask how you get money, bitch I make that shit
Niggas ask how you get money, bitch I make that shit
Nigga
Niggas ask how you get money, bitch I make that shit
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch I make that shit
I'll take yo shit
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Writer(s): Daniel Jackson
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