MOVIES
Lotta niggas gone cap on twitter
In the back with some racks come get us
Walk in two straps one hitta
Chain gone glitter
Break your hoe I ain't taking bout fitness
Hit it back and forth like we play tennis
Bring them racks in, by the minute
You could let her in when we finished
Shorty come back when I'm finished
Now I really got no feelings
I be all in her mouth like dentist
Play with them racks, no tennis
She was like Blanc let's go
Bought a new chain gone glow
Bro bought a bitch and that thang gone blow
Moving real fast, these niggas too slow
Better catch up if you ain't in your glo
Bet she don't ever say no no
Wrist on snow
Baby let's glo
Back of the coupe got that pussy on boat
I'm at the clearport with some racks in my coat
Can't love cause they come and they go
Feeling lost, got me doing the most
Fuck it, just get what you want
She got me weak in the knees
SWV, let's keep it lowkey
Can't trip but I'm causing a scene
I hope he don't think that he better then me
Cause I keep it on me
Tell that boy don't get hit with the beam
Might keep me a drac for my days in the east
Black whip, black tints we ain't keeping the peace
Yeah
We don't really get no peace
All them damn eyes on me
Drop racks for these Prada tee's
Hope my momma is proud of me
Gas tank full but he probably on E
Ain't my brother if you lie to me
Pops ain't shit that's who I can't be
Niggas my sons, my prodigies
All in my space, astrology
She give me brain, acknowledge me
I'm bout to pay that college fee
All she ever wanted was Audi keys
Who you really with ain't this
My ex bitch said I ain't shit
She don't understand how I stay in that bliss
Why you don't love me how you loving that Rick?
Shorty ain't really on shit
I told her stop playing them games
Like Damon Wayans, put in Major Payne
I hit from the back, she saying my name
I'm blowing her brain, I ain't talking bout Kurt Cobain
Just took a perc I'm going insane
That's how it work when you put it this way
Lotta niggas gone cap on twitter
In the back with some racks come get us
Walk in two straps one hitta
Chain gone glitter
Break your hoe I ain't taking bout fitness
Hit it back and forth like we play tennis
Bring them racks in, by the minute
You could let her in when we finished
Lotta niggas gone cap on twitter
In the back with some racks come get us
Walk in two straps one hitta
Chain gone glitter
Break your hoe I ain't taking bout fitness
Hit it back and forth like we play tennis
Bring them racks in, by the minute
You could let her in when we finished
In the back with some racks come get us
Walk in two straps one hitta
Chain gone glitter
Break your hoe I ain't taking bout fitness
Hit it back and forth like we play tennis
Bring them racks in, by the minute
You could let her in when we finished
Shorty come back when I'm finished
Now I really got no feelings
I be all in her mouth like dentist
Play with them racks, no tennis
She was like Blanc let's go
Bought a new chain gone glow
Bro bought a bitch and that thang gone blow
Moving real fast, these niggas too slow
Better catch up if you ain't in your glo
Bet she don't ever say no no
Wrist on snow
Baby let's glo
Back of the coupe got that pussy on boat
I'm at the clearport with some racks in my coat
Can't love cause they come and they go
Feeling lost, got me doing the most
Fuck it, just get what you want
She got me weak in the knees
SWV, let's keep it lowkey
Can't trip but I'm causing a scene
I hope he don't think that he better then me
Cause I keep it on me
Tell that boy don't get hit with the beam
Might keep me a drac for my days in the east
Black whip, black tints we ain't keeping the peace
Yeah
We don't really get no peace
All them damn eyes on me
Drop racks for these Prada tee's
Hope my momma is proud of me
Gas tank full but he probably on E
Ain't my brother if you lie to me
Pops ain't shit that's who I can't be
Niggas my sons, my prodigies
All in my space, astrology
She give me brain, acknowledge me
I'm bout to pay that college fee
All she ever wanted was Audi keys
Who you really with ain't this
My ex bitch said I ain't shit
She don't understand how I stay in that bliss
Why you don't love me how you loving that Rick?
Shorty ain't really on shit
I told her stop playing them games
Like Damon Wayans, put in Major Payne
I hit from the back, she saying my name
I'm blowing her brain, I ain't talking bout Kurt Cobain
Just took a perc I'm going insane
That's how it work when you put it this way
Lotta niggas gone cap on twitter
In the back with some racks come get us
Walk in two straps one hitta
Chain gone glitter
Break your hoe I ain't taking bout fitness
Hit it back and forth like we play tennis
Bring them racks in, by the minute
You could let her in when we finished
Lotta niggas gone cap on twitter
In the back with some racks come get us
Walk in two straps one hitta
Chain gone glitter
Break your hoe I ain't taking bout fitness
Hit it back and forth like we play tennis
Bring them racks in, by the minute
You could let her in when we finished
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