Slumped Over
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Aye go roll me up another one
Why this bitch-she always calling me what the fuck
(With that cobra)
Hit em with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over (he slumped over)
No witness Jehovah, ball like Villanova (Villanova)
Cross over the Point Guard, put em on a poster (on a poster)
That bih do the most yuh, you can't get no closer
Hit em with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over (he slumped over)
No witness Jehovah, ball like Villanova (Villanova)
Cross over the Point Guard, put em on a poster (on a poster)
That bih do the most yuh, you can't get no closer
Had that boy slumped over
Off a pint of Kosher, do it for the culture
Need to grip a Rover, smokin' on mimosa
I told that bitch it's over, now she comin over
But that bitch can't get closer
That lil bih going crazy, what it is
She jus mad cause that shit ain't this
Bet she the type to fuck up and switch
I don't really care cause I don't fuck the bitch
Hit em with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over (he slumped over)
No witness Jehovah, ball like Villanova (Villanova)
Cross over the Point Guard, put em on a poster (on a poster)
That bih do the most yuh, you can't get no closer
Aye, aye
Aye go roll me up another one
Why this bitch-she always calling me what the fuck
(With that cobra)
Hit em with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over (he slumped over)
No witness Jehovah, ball like Villanova (Villanova)
Cross over the Point Guard, put em on a poster (on a poster)
That bih do the most yuh, you can't get no closer
Hit em with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over (he slumped over)
No witness Jehovah, ball like Villanova (Villanova)
Cross over the Point Guard, put em on a poster (on a poster)
That bih do the most yuh, you can't get no closer
Had that boy slumped over
Off a pint of Kosher, do it for the culture
Need to grip a Rover, smokin' on mimosa
I told that bitch it's over, now she comin over
But that bitch can't get closer
That lil bih going crazy, what it is
She jus mad cause that shit ain't this
Bet she the type to fuck up and switch
I don't really care cause I don't fuck the bitch
Hit em with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over (he slumped over)
No witness Jehovah, ball like Villanova (Villanova)
Cross over the Point Guard, put em on a poster (on a poster)
That bih do the most yuh, you can't get no closer
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