Gate City Player
Remember when she fronted
Soon as she got the Mercedes
Man that really hurted
Wanted her to be leading lady
Would I still hit it
Man that shit is a strong maybe
But had to fall back
Shorty know she can't be my baby
I was meditating
When they thought I was getting lazy
Quick to cut a bitch
That's when they started acting crazy
Know these niggas switch
Dub em off when they acting shady
Look
Huh
We really in Gate City
I took her to Bad Daddy's
She sweet like a sugar baby
I never been sugar daddy
Tight with my pimpin'
I just be laying my mac daddy
Put her on her back
Now she calling me cat daddy
Know I had a wild night
Wake up and my beard nappy
Leave in the morning
And now she texting
Come back daddy
Got to touch road
Girl I'm making the bag happy
Pull up in a black jacket
Feel like I'm Mike Jack
Minus the red jacket
Minus the zippers
I mean I'm coppin zip
Shorty so sassy
But she don't give me no lip
Nigga think he rapping
But that shit ain't a hit
Really think he cool
Every song is a skip
Niggas they do it
But that shit isn't this
Just roll it up
So I'm living in bliss
Why you actin shy
Baby give it a kiss
Mhmm
The mission is obvious
We living opulence
Been had the bars
I just be needing an audience
Been had the sauce
She tell me pussy is confidence
Niggas got street smarts
Lacking some common sense
I make the money
I just need shorties to make sense
She wanted some foreplay
I was down for the suspense
I'm pouring white wine
Cause shorty be so tense
Cooking me breakfast
When years ago she was on the fence
Yea
Soon as she got the Mercedes
Man that really hurted
Wanted her to be leading lady
Would I still hit it
Man that shit is a strong maybe
But had to fall back
Shorty know she can't be my baby
I was meditating
When they thought I was getting lazy
Quick to cut a bitch
That's when they started acting crazy
Know these niggas switch
Dub em off when they acting shady
Look
Huh
We really in Gate City
I took her to Bad Daddy's
She sweet like a sugar baby
I never been sugar daddy
Tight with my pimpin'
I just be laying my mac daddy
Put her on her back
Now she calling me cat daddy
Know I had a wild night
Wake up and my beard nappy
Leave in the morning
And now she texting
Come back daddy
Got to touch road
Girl I'm making the bag happy
Pull up in a black jacket
Feel like I'm Mike Jack
Minus the red jacket
Minus the zippers
I mean I'm coppin zip
Shorty so sassy
But she don't give me no lip
Nigga think he rapping
But that shit ain't a hit
Really think he cool
Every song is a skip
Niggas they do it
But that shit isn't this
Just roll it up
So I'm living in bliss
Why you actin shy
Baby give it a kiss
Mhmm
The mission is obvious
We living opulence
Been had the bars
I just be needing an audience
Been had the sauce
She tell me pussy is confidence
Niggas got street smarts
Lacking some common sense
I make the money
I just need shorties to make sense
She wanted some foreplay
I was down for the suspense
I'm pouring white wine
Cause shorty be so tense
Cooking me breakfast
When years ago she was on the fence
Yea
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