8.31 (AUGUST 31ST)
5% malli he think it's his opp
If it ain't za bitch I don't wanna cop
Baby it's pink
I don't give a fuck about whoever you are
Fuck smoke I'm puttin your name in a jar
I'm swerving, I'm smoking, I'm breaking the law
Bitch try peep through the windows, don't looking in my car
Dusty lil bitch needa redip her braids
Worried bout my pussy while I'm getting paid
Wearing a 613 30 inch, my edges is Laid
When it come to this rap shit I'm taking the cake
He wanna skinny dip in my lake
Fuck
Fuck with the cobra you bound to get bit
In other words Fuck with pink you gon get hit
Spiritual yeah but I'm still with the shits
Cut a bitch off she know what she did
Now she saying that's not what she said
12 try loc me up just like a dread
He think I want dick but I'd rather get head
Hold on
Matter fact
To be honest baby
To be real
I'd rather play with my pussy instead
Out on parole and I'm still getting bread
Scared to tell my momma what I really did
If it wasn't for her then I'd probably be dead
Got caught with the Mary, the tree, the meds
Still can't believe I got caught by the feds
If it ain't za bitch I don't wanna cop
Baby it's pink
I don't give a fuck about whoever you are
Fuck smoke I'm puttin your name in a jar
I'm swerving, I'm smoking, I'm breaking the law
Bitch try peep through the windows, don't looking in my car
Dusty lil bitch needa redip her braids
Worried bout my pussy while I'm getting paid
Wearing a 613 30 inch, my edges is Laid
When it come to this rap shit I'm taking the cake
He wanna skinny dip in my lake
Fuck
Fuck with the cobra you bound to get bit
In other words Fuck with pink you gon get hit
Spiritual yeah but I'm still with the shits
Cut a bitch off she know what she did
Now she saying that's not what she said
12 try loc me up just like a dread
He think I want dick but I'd rather get head
Hold on
Matter fact
To be honest baby
To be real
I'd rather play with my pussy instead
Out on parole and I'm still getting bread
Scared to tell my momma what I really did
If it wasn't for her then I'd probably be dead
Got caught with the Mary, the tree, the meds
Still can't believe I got caught by the feds
Credits
Writer(s): Christine O
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