C'mere
C'mere
C'mon
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
Throw up M's, nigga that's what i rep
Want to play with my gang, nigga you know who i am
I'm in North with a pole, nigga i feel like a elf
You can get whooped with a belt, yeah
On the top of the top, nigga feel like a shelf
Heard they want smoke, well we here, yeah
You can get smoked like
You can get smoked like you doing meth
Girl why you partying with me
Told that bitch "hold me down," and she fucking with me
And this ain't no food but this chopper gone eat
Nigga this chopper gone eat, we gone have a little feast
You running with the damn demon
I fell in love with the oxy and roxy
1800 block so ain't no hoe in my body
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
C'mere
C'mere
Not Nike but i'm fixing to do it
Said he want smoke, well let's get into it
Got a bad foreign hoe and she real deal foreign
When i hop on the beat i won't stop
Bitch we get bodies you know we gone drop
We running from jakes, we running from cops
I told that hoe give the gang the drop
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
I'ma switch up my flow i ain't finished
Nigga keep talking we leaving em dead
If it's a problem call up my nigga Rik
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
Shorty won't leave me alone
Baby a baddie, oh yeah i know
I want to fuck on my opp nigga hoe
Shout out J4 that nigga do the most
Thot bitch, she touching on my clothes
And she saying that i'm dead wrong
Why this bitch won't leave me alone
I'ma fuck on this bitch and get gone
Tell that little hoe to come here
In my section, that nigga can't come here
And God the only one i fear
She loving it, give her a Happy Meal
Bae why you keep on calling my phone
I got to put my feelings in these songs
Iberville, my brother rep the four
Can't kill him i'm killing his bro
Can't fuck over him i'm fucking his hoe
My baby a baddie, i know it nigga
And you say the shit, come show me nigga
I'm fixing to prove you a hoe nigga
I fixing to take a nigga out his soul
My flunkies is dog's, they fetching for bones
Too high, i'm on Pluto
And i still ain't trusting no hoe
Man i got my blick out
I want to make a movie with the bitch
Hoe come here
Hoe come here
Hoe come here
Hoe come here, uh
Hoe come here
C'mon
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
Throw up M's, nigga that's what i rep
Want to play with my gang, nigga you know who i am
I'm in North with a pole, nigga i feel like a elf
You can get whooped with a belt, yeah
On the top of the top, nigga feel like a shelf
Heard they want smoke, well we here, yeah
You can get smoked like
You can get smoked like you doing meth
Girl why you partying with me
Told that bitch "hold me down," and she fucking with me
And this ain't no food but this chopper gone eat
Nigga this chopper gone eat, we gone have a little feast
You running with the damn demon
I fell in love with the oxy and roxy
1800 block so ain't no hoe in my body
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
C'mere
C'mere
Not Nike but i'm fixing to do it
Said he want smoke, well let's get into it
Got a bad foreign hoe and she real deal foreign
When i hop on the beat i won't stop
Bitch we get bodies you know we gone drop
We running from jakes, we running from cops
I told that hoe give the gang the drop
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
I'ma switch up my flow i ain't finished
Nigga keep talking we leaving em dead
If it's a problem call up my nigga Rik
C'mere
C'mere
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere
Shorty won't leave me alone
Baby a baddie, oh yeah i know
I want to fuck on my opp nigga hoe
Shout out J4 that nigga do the most
Thot bitch, she touching on my clothes
And she saying that i'm dead wrong
Why this bitch won't leave me alone
I'ma fuck on this bitch and get gone
Tell that little hoe to come here
In my section, that nigga can't come here
And God the only one i fear
She loving it, give her a Happy Meal
Bae why you keep on calling my phone
I got to put my feelings in these songs
Iberville, my brother rep the four
Can't kill him i'm killing his bro
Can't fuck over him i'm fucking his hoe
My baby a baddie, i know it nigga
And you say the shit, come show me nigga
I'm fixing to prove you a hoe nigga
I fixing to take a nigga out his soul
My flunkies is dog's, they fetching for bones
Too high, i'm on Pluto
And i still ain't trusting no hoe
Man i got my blick out
I want to make a movie with the bitch
Hoe come here
Hoe come here
Hoe come here
Hoe come here, uh
Hoe come here
Credits
Writer(s): La’quon Holt
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