Lined Up
I got her waking up wet
She need a PureWick
When she was sick of them lame brains
I cured it
I don't listen to no broke talk
I heard it
I'm killing all that weak shit off
It's a murder
Baby don't fuck with me and test my position
I'm quarterbacking like i'm Dak
And in two minutes I drill it
You know my favorite bitch a thot
Cause she stay out of her feelings
I be rapping with my hoes
That's just talking and killing
Though I swear I ain't a gangster
I make gangster decisions
She was dying for the dick
And now she thank me for living
Quit trying to hang bitch
I only want to chill if it's business
Shit my nuts the only thing that hang
Without paying pittance
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it
Don't do no rings
I got her wrapped around my finger though
You cannot press me
Cause I own this dry cleaner hoe
I'm not a player but I can build an arena though
You gon' give me respect
I spell it out like Aretha hoe
I put some passion in her panties
Got her pumped up
Gave me her brain fore I hit it
That's a dumb fuck
You know I'm bout to shoot my shot
I got my guns up
This big ol' bowl I'm blowing down
It tear my lungs up
Got a Colombiana
She from the Medellin
She used to move the work
Now we make movie scenes
Ain't no more drugs up her butt
She be boofin' me
She say I'm fuego
But ain't nobody as cool as me
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it
I got this shit lined up
I put my edgers to it
And I ain't come to save the world
I'll let Greta do it
I just came here for my peace
I do like Meta do it
Baby I told you I'm the shit
Now you done stepped into it
Look it ain't nothing on my plate
That I ain't made bitch I'm the chef
I get to whistling and she gon' come my way
Cause I'm the ref
You want conservative go find a congressman
Bitch I'm the left
She trying to get another one
But I'm like Khaled I'm the best
You could either keep it real with me
Or deal with me
Got my hands around these fuckers throats
And now they feeling me
You won't see it like I see it
Til you climb the hill with me
And won't be as hot as I am
Until you hop into hell with me
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it
She need a PureWick
When she was sick of them lame brains
I cured it
I don't listen to no broke talk
I heard it
I'm killing all that weak shit off
It's a murder
Baby don't fuck with me and test my position
I'm quarterbacking like i'm Dak
And in two minutes I drill it
You know my favorite bitch a thot
Cause she stay out of her feelings
I be rapping with my hoes
That's just talking and killing
Though I swear I ain't a gangster
I make gangster decisions
She was dying for the dick
And now she thank me for living
Quit trying to hang bitch
I only want to chill if it's business
Shit my nuts the only thing that hang
Without paying pittance
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it
Don't do no rings
I got her wrapped around my finger though
You cannot press me
Cause I own this dry cleaner hoe
I'm not a player but I can build an arena though
You gon' give me respect
I spell it out like Aretha hoe
I put some passion in her panties
Got her pumped up
Gave me her brain fore I hit it
That's a dumb fuck
You know I'm bout to shoot my shot
I got my guns up
This big ol' bowl I'm blowing down
It tear my lungs up
Got a Colombiana
She from the Medellin
She used to move the work
Now we make movie scenes
Ain't no more drugs up her butt
She be boofin' me
She say I'm fuego
But ain't nobody as cool as me
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it
I got this shit lined up
I put my edgers to it
And I ain't come to save the world
I'll let Greta do it
I just came here for my peace
I do like Meta do it
Baby I told you I'm the shit
Now you done stepped into it
Look it ain't nothing on my plate
That I ain't made bitch I'm the chef
I get to whistling and she gon' come my way
Cause I'm the ref
You want conservative go find a congressman
Bitch I'm the left
She trying to get another one
But I'm like Khaled I'm the best
You could either keep it real with me
Or deal with me
Got my hands around these fuckers throats
And now they feeling me
You won't see it like I see it
Til you climb the hill with me
And won't be as hot as I am
Until you hop into hell with me
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Lined up
Yea I got it
Credits
Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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