This How I'm Comin'
This how I'm coming
Getting it from the booth to the streets
This ain't no in between the sheets
Sweet shit
To lick ya lips
Fuck you and fuck your bitch
I ain't trying to get the dick tonight
I got better things in line
Than to fuck your simpin' ass
Right huh
Sick of all the lies
Shady tricks
Friend values misaligned
Woke up
Already got me fucked up
Shit outta luck
Dealing with a bunch of ducks
Just so damn simple minded
Conversations running dull
Finally get a ring from real bitch
To check up on me
Lately I've been going through it
But they wanna hear what E been brewing so
I got to push through
Like a thug do
The game's gone soft
A female like me make it rock
Wide mouth hoes talkin' with a cock in their mouth
Why I'm so mad
Where the fucking weed at
I need to relax
Ladies we already peeped
Most of these vatos gossip more than viejas when they speak
Type weak ass shit
Type fools not allowed up in my bed
Type to ask a bitch for bread
Type you want to leave
Go ahead
You need to give a bitch some head though
It's what you you need to do
And get the fuck out
Don't even call me
Don't fucking call me
Don't text me
None of that shit
Yeah
The fuck
Like
You need ta get a life
And stop hitting my mothafuckin' line
Getting it from the booth to the streets
This ain't no in between the sheets
Sweet shit
To lick ya lips
Fuck you and fuck your bitch
I ain't trying to get the dick tonight
I got better things in line
Than to fuck your simpin' ass
Right huh
Sick of all the lies
Shady tricks
Friend values misaligned
Woke up
Already got me fucked up
Shit outta luck
Dealing with a bunch of ducks
Just so damn simple minded
Conversations running dull
Finally get a ring from real bitch
To check up on me
Lately I've been going through it
But they wanna hear what E been brewing so
I got to push through
Like a thug do
The game's gone soft
A female like me make it rock
Wide mouth hoes talkin' with a cock in their mouth
Why I'm so mad
Where the fucking weed at
I need to relax
Ladies we already peeped
Most of these vatos gossip more than viejas when they speak
Type weak ass shit
Type fools not allowed up in my bed
Type to ask a bitch for bread
Type you want to leave
Go ahead
You need to give a bitch some head though
It's what you you need to do
And get the fuck out
Don't even call me
Don't fucking call me
Don't text me
None of that shit
Yeah
The fuck
Like
You need ta get a life
And stop hitting my mothafuckin' line
Credits
Writer(s): Eva Ruiz
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