Mr and Mrs (feat. Elithadonn)
Vlone hoodie, cost me 300 your bitch pussy get wet when she see it
After we fuck she gon' put on my hoodie then go take a flic so her friends know I hit it
After we fuck she gon' lay on my chest and ask if I'm still gonna fuck other bitches
After we fuck she gon say that she love me but deep down she knows the bread is my Mrs.
30, side of my pocket
She wanna fuck but she think that I'm toxic
I was outside with the shooters and shit
Got so many bitches they stay on my dick
I never stress when I open the door cause my opps they know not to test me no more
I never stress when I open the door cause my opps they rest 6 under the floor
Choppa, stay by my side me and the guys be ready to slide
I made a vow to the game I think I might change it cause now the choppa my bride
100s, all in my pocket my bitch look bad and she know how to top it
I flip a bag know I'm making a profit
Got 100s on me they get stuck in my pocket
Two twin glocks named Lizzy and Patty cause niggas wish death on the kid
How you my opp and you say you come at me but niggas ran up in your crib
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner but day by day my patience gets dimmer
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner but I was just feenin to sit with the winners
223s and 556s, me and the choppa like Mr. and Mrs
I catch a opp better send him a prayer
If I catch a opp better send him your wishes
Glock 17 I gave it a beam stay by the Louis, side on my jeans
My bitch she bad never pull up in jeans cause she know the plan when I step on the scene
223s and 556s
40 on me like we Mr. and Mrs
After we fuck she put on my chain
Then post a flic so her friends know i hit it
Then me and the gang gone run up that money
Multiply it then split up the difference
The proofs in the paper, we know all
the angles
The bag got me right, thats just a given
Lil mama a dime but she outta pocket
Keep her around cuz she know how to slop it
These broke niggas been watching my pocket
Tryna figure out the price of my watches
I ain't checking tags fore i drop a bag my nigga imma just cop it
Thats why she fuck wit tha donn
Cuz she know if we talking money I'm the main topic
223s and 556s, me and the choppa like Mr. and Mrs
I catch a opp better send him a prayer
If I catch a opp better send him your wishes
Glock 17 I gave it a beam stay by the Louis, side on my jeans
My bitch she bad never pull up in jeans cause she know the plan when I step on the scene
After we fuck she gon' put on my hoodie then go take a flic so her friends know I hit it
After we fuck she gon' lay on my chest and ask if I'm still gonna fuck other bitches
After we fuck she gon say that she love me but deep down she knows the bread is my Mrs.
30, side of my pocket
She wanna fuck but she think that I'm toxic
I was outside with the shooters and shit
Got so many bitches they stay on my dick
I never stress when I open the door cause my opps they know not to test me no more
I never stress when I open the door cause my opps they rest 6 under the floor
Choppa, stay by my side me and the guys be ready to slide
I made a vow to the game I think I might change it cause now the choppa my bride
100s, all in my pocket my bitch look bad and she know how to top it
I flip a bag know I'm making a profit
Got 100s on me they get stuck in my pocket
Two twin glocks named Lizzy and Patty cause niggas wish death on the kid
How you my opp and you say you come at me but niggas ran up in your crib
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner but day by day my patience gets dimmer
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner but I was just feenin to sit with the winners
223s and 556s, me and the choppa like Mr. and Mrs
I catch a opp better send him a prayer
If I catch a opp better send him your wishes
Glock 17 I gave it a beam stay by the Louis, side on my jeans
My bitch she bad never pull up in jeans cause she know the plan when I step on the scene
223s and 556s
40 on me like we Mr. and Mrs
After we fuck she put on my chain
Then post a flic so her friends know i hit it
Then me and the gang gone run up that money
Multiply it then split up the difference
The proofs in the paper, we know all
the angles
The bag got me right, thats just a given
Lil mama a dime but she outta pocket
Keep her around cuz she know how to slop it
These broke niggas been watching my pocket
Tryna figure out the price of my watches
I ain't checking tags fore i drop a bag my nigga imma just cop it
Thats why she fuck wit tha donn
Cuz she know if we talking money I'm the main topic
223s and 556s, me and the choppa like Mr. and Mrs
I catch a opp better send him a prayer
If I catch a opp better send him your wishes
Glock 17 I gave it a beam stay by the Louis, side on my jeans
My bitch she bad never pull up in jeans cause she know the plan when I step on the scene
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Writer(s): Nathan Bazile
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