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(DOCTOR PEPPER)
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Run up wit' a pole
I got me a stick and Ima wipe that lil boy nose
Everybody hating, but that's just the way life goes
I know that you pissed at me cause I'm achieving goals
If you not givin' dome lil bitch, then you just got to go
Gucci tee, Louis V on my fuckin' toes
Why the fuck they hating on me?
I don't really know
I know that you jealous of me
Yeah, it really shows
She told me, "I hate you"
Happy that I ain't you
And I'm gettin' paid too
Money stack it's 8'2
Don't try to shake my hand, I leave you hangin' like a racist do
Got horns up on my head, it got me feelin' like that Satan dude
Ima hop out wit' the K
I got a choppa, I aim at yo face
okay
Ima just get to the cake
I got the money, I stack it all day
I was in the bleachers, now I'm goin' crazy
If you want a feature you gon' have to pay me
And I keep a heater, Ima pull up spraying
Pull up in a Beamer goin' like 180
Talkin' all that tough talk, it does not phase me
Ima have to run off, I can't let her play me
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Run up wit' a pole
I got me a stick and Ima wipe that lil boy nose
Everybody hating, but that's just the way life goes
I know that you pissed at me cause I'm achieving goals
If you not givin' dome lil bitch, then you just got to go
Gucci tee, Louis V on my fuckin' toes
Why the fuck they hating on me?
I don't really know
I know that you jealous of me
Yeah, it really shows
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Run up wit' a pole
I got me a stick and Ima wipe that lil boy nose
Everybody hating, but that's just the way life goes
I know that you pissed at me cause I'm achieving goals
If you not givin' dome lil bitch, then you just got to go
Gucci tee, Louis V on my fuckin' toes
Why the fuck they hating on me?
I don't really know
I know that you jealous of me
Yeah, it really shows
She told me, "I hate you"
Happy that I ain't you
And I'm gettin' paid too
Money stack it's 8'2
Don't try to shake my hand, I leave you hangin' like a racist do
Got horns up on my head, it got me feelin' like that Satan dude
Ima hop out wit' the K
I got a choppa, I aim at yo face
okay
Ima just get to the cake
I got the money, I stack it all day
I was in the bleachers, now I'm goin' crazy
If you want a feature you gon' have to pay me
And I keep a heater, Ima pull up spraying
Pull up in a Beamer goin' like 180
Talkin' all that tough talk, it does not phase me
Ima have to run off, I can't let her play me
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Run up wit' a pole
I got me a stick and Ima wipe that lil boy nose
Everybody hating, but that's just the way life goes
I know that you pissed at me cause I'm achieving goals
If you not givin' dome lil bitch, then you just got to go
Gucci tee, Louis V on my fuckin' toes
Why the fuck they hating on me?
I don't really know
I know that you jealous of me
Yeah, it really shows
Credits
Writer(s): Brady Cater
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