PROMETHAZINE THOTZ
If he talking shit, imma cut his throat.
I was thinking bout the fucking money every time we spoke.
Speaking about the cash, he too lucky ion fuck his hoe.
Heard that bitch a lover, she gon love when this money blows.
Yuh, lost in the pussy got me lost in the sauce.
She gon think about me, every time I fuckin rock.
With the jeans, yuh, true religion jeans, sippin wok.
She was feenin, yuh, I was certified a fuckin boss.
Yuh, this the shit I go through.
I was think bout cash when that bitch came through.
Hold up, she want cash from me.
She want racks from me.
I was thinking, god damn bitch get yo ass from me.
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh.
I love that bitch too much, too much for sex, yuh.
I love that bitch too much, I cash my checks.
Dodging bullets I'm a menace uh
Writing with the pen
the ink red from opps I manage uh
Shoutout to the bitches from the 8th that like to give me head
Ik all my opps are praying that this lil beaner dead
I been smoking pounds when I'm down
My inside silhouette
I've been fucking bitches shout out to the ones that I done lead
Gave the gang some richest bout to buy ourselves a couple benz
Gave the opp some stitches cuz I didn't fuk with what he said
Tra tra tra
I rock some Jordan's got this bitches fiening for my dick uh
My bitch is foreign that bitch talking Spanish to my tip uh
I feel like Norman hella fortune Ice all on my wrist uh
They call me Gordon cuz my meat is all these bitches wish uh
I was thinking bout the fucking money every time we spoke.
Speaking about the cash, he too lucky ion fuck his hoe.
Heard that bitch a lover, she gon love when this money blows.
Yuh, lost in the pussy got me lost in the sauce.
She gon think about me, every time I fuckin rock.
With the jeans, yuh, true religion jeans, sippin wok.
She was feenin, yuh, I was certified a fuckin boss.
Yuh, this the shit I go through.
I was think bout cash when that bitch came through.
Hold up, she want cash from me.
She want racks from me.
I was thinking, god damn bitch get yo ass from me.
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh.
I love that bitch too much, too much for sex, yuh.
I love that bitch too much, I cash my checks.
Dodging bullets I'm a menace uh
Writing with the pen
the ink red from opps I manage uh
Shoutout to the bitches from the 8th that like to give me head
Ik all my opps are praying that this lil beaner dead
I been smoking pounds when I'm down
My inside silhouette
I've been fucking bitches shout out to the ones that I done lead
Gave the gang some richest bout to buy ourselves a couple benz
Gave the opp some stitches cuz I didn't fuk with what he said
Tra tra tra
I rock some Jordan's got this bitches fiening for my dick uh
My bitch is foreign that bitch talking Spanish to my tip uh
I feel like Norman hella fortune Ice all on my wrist uh
They call me Gordon cuz my meat is all these bitches wish uh
Credits
Writer(s): Durag Philly
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