Nap 2 Houston
Ain't dropped in a minute they want
New tape Ohkay let's get
Sumthin bout me different, I'm jus out the way, I mind my business
Many niggas bitchin', wonder why theses hoes be fuckin woman
Dnt make me no difference, if I wanna fuck I'm in the kitten
They was talkin dusty about me when I was wearing knockers
When l found myself I went from panties to fruit of loom boxers
Boxes in my closet, I was stashin the baby sittin money
Life sure do be funny, the underdog I know the people love me
Tryna go out they way jus to ignore Me I know you the bitch
Bossy then a mf
Long hair a cold hustle
I ain't been at home, been on the road, I know it rub y'all wrong
Niggas be too mad, boy you bitch nigga where yo thong
Been far away from home
On the plane when I write this song, airplane mode
I hit y'all soon as the plane touch Road
Ex bitch mad cus she cant pack her shit and hit her the road
Fire ass gas shoulda named that shit Texaco
Always had a bag, jus ain't sumthin I had show
The way this ass sit is enough to make y'all mad fasho
The way teeth glisten is enough to make em
Mad sum more
I know they hate I know they hate... yeah I know
Ain't dropped in a minute they want
New tape Ohkay let's get
Sumthin bout me different, I'm jus out the way, I mind my business
Many niggas bitchin', wonder why theses hoes be fuckin woman
Don't make me no difference, if I wanna fuck I'm in the kitten
New tape Ohkay let's get
Sumthin bout me different, I'm jus out the way, I mind my business
Many niggas bitchin', wonder why theses hoes be fuckin woman
Dnt make me no difference, if I wanna fuck I'm in the kitten
They was talkin dusty about me when I was wearing knockers
When l found myself I went from panties to fruit of loom boxers
Boxes in my closet, I was stashin the baby sittin money
Life sure do be funny, the underdog I know the people love me
Tryna go out they way jus to ignore Me I know you the bitch
Bossy then a mf
Long hair a cold hustle
I ain't been at home, been on the road, I know it rub y'all wrong
Niggas be too mad, boy you bitch nigga where yo thong
Been far away from home
On the plane when I write this song, airplane mode
I hit y'all soon as the plane touch Road
Ex bitch mad cus she cant pack her shit and hit her the road
Fire ass gas shoulda named that shit Texaco
Always had a bag, jus ain't sumthin I had show
The way this ass sit is enough to make y'all mad fasho
The way teeth glisten is enough to make em
Mad sum more
I know they hate I know they hate... yeah I know
Ain't dropped in a minute they want
New tape Ohkay let's get
Sumthin bout me different, I'm jus out the way, I mind my business
Many niggas bitchin', wonder why theses hoes be fuckin woman
Don't make me no difference, if I wanna fuck I'm in the kitten
Credits
Writer(s): Mercades Mcnair
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