N****s Stingy (feat. Mickens)

Do I want a Rolls Royce or a Bentley
I'm trying to find me a new bitch my old hoes friendly
Good thing they come in plenty
This bitch go to Work I don't got no problem buying this hoe no Fenty
I just popped a yerc & some honey now I'm in her kidney
Niggas trying to kill me about a bitch man these niggas stingy
I been busy trying to get rich
If you tellin about a hoe then in my book you a snitch
I been in my glow
I broke yo baby like I'm Mitch

I ain't trying to play about shit
Creed all on my outfit
Weed hittin like its hit with fent
I got some shit under the fabric like a tent
She wanna fuck me good so we can talk about her rent
I been livin like a pimp
You niggas livin simp
I don't want to match cuz yo batch smell like hemp
My hands is on her head like I'm checkin on her temp
You niggas act like women put your hands on your hips
I'm a fan of her lips
If its a Chip on my shoulder in the party then I gotta Dip
Stick bitch, but if she bad she can still get Hit
Bitch shit, that nigga mad it barely even fit

Do I want a Rolls Royce or a Bentley
I'm trying to find me a new bitch my old hoes friendly
Good thing they come in plenty
This bitch go to Work I don't got no problem buying this hoe no Fenty
I just popped a yerc & some honey now I'm in her kidney
Niggas trying to kill me about a bitch man these niggas stingy
I been busy trying to get rich
If you tellin about a hoe then in my book you a snitch
I been in my glow
I broke yo baby like I'm Mitch

If you telling about that hoe then in my book you one of them
You outta bounds like when the ball go over the top part of the rim
That's called the Backboard
Niggas act hard but they soft as it get when it come to a bitch
You mad cuz she let you suck on the clit & thats all you can get
Lame niggas Shoot at houses about that hoe cuz thats All he can hit
And I can't go out sad about nun tho I'm trying to Dodge me a bitch
And charge her (Charger) I don't really need no partner unless you trying to get rich
I'm still gonna break them walls down like Call of Duty zombies shit
The only reason they can talk down cuz I'm onry shit
You ever knew it was a trap & still fall for it
I ain't trippin on Mickens, I know God with em
Cuz one wrong move then I Malia like Obamas kid
And please don't think I'm gonna deceive you that's on my mommas kid
Ain't worried about no nigga ain't did the shit that I done did
Ain't scared of no bitch lying to me I got Spidey Sense
That's why they all just get McDonald's gave her mighty kids



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mickens
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