POSTMAN

Sent it in the mail
You'll receive from the postman
So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman
Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and
I see motherfuckers with my style
You need some coaching
Go check him out
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I'm in the cut like a G-String
Tre Squad up in this bitch like the Wu-Tang
Bitches all on me, they love the way I do things
I know it hurts to see your shawty on my Ding-A-Ling
Look at the chicks I bone
You ain't on the shit I'm on
If they ain't doing what I want
Uh, send em home
You that nigga that be crying, begging on the phone
Like "Come on baby why you acting like that? Gimmie some!"
They hate what they can't be so I got many opponents
But watch your step
Come out your neck, just know my niggas be rollin
We watchin flicks, she on my dick
She needa give me a moment
She treat that dick just like a horsey
Tell her giddy up on it
A pop sensation, you can't reach me
You'd be blessed to see in 3D
Got the game they're like "Come teach me"
Not too many get this degree
It's a freaky bitch named Kiki
Wanna give me head just like a Tiki
Can't let dusty bitches treat me
Bitch I'll catch the heebie jeebies
They all on me cuz I'm jiggy and they love my features
I can have a lot of hoes, but having one is cheaper
Got a lot of dope for sale, just hit me on my beeper
It's getting ugly in this bitch like a Fila sneaker (And yeah I)

Sent it in the mail
You'll receive from the postman
So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman
Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and
I see motherfuckers with my style
You need some coaching
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out
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Go go check him out
Go check him out
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Oh I think they like me
Your hoe think I'm icy
Bitches cut me off cuz I won't let em be my wifey
Your bitch fat and white
She look just like Alex Wiley
My bitch super thick
Got more ass than a bike seat
This that flow that'll get me paid
My fit gonna get me laid
They just watch and copy paste
I see why these niggas hate
Ayo why you trippin fam? You did everything you can
It's my job to be the man, it's your job to be a fan
Nigga I been pimpin since Big Pimpin, shoutout JiggaMan
Niggas hate, then go and let them hate
Just watch your temperament
If you get me mad enough, I'll hit you in your ligaments
Catch a body, bet I'll get away with it like Zimmerman
Then I hit my dance, bitch I'm hyphy
She say she gon cut me off, that's unlikely
Niggas feeling super saiyan, then come fight me
Am I with your girl? Gucci Mane, bitch I might be

Sent it in the mail
You'll receive from the postman
So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman
Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and
I see motherfuckers with my style
You need some coaching
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Sent it in the mail
You'll receive from the postman
So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman
Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and
I see motherfuckers with my style
You need some coaching
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out
Go check him out
Go go check him out



Credits
Writer(s): I’bri Bratten
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