Tummy Tuck
Yeah, blow a half a million on some women, did I do enough
Yeah, she talkin' like she love me, she don't choke enough
Need a couple G's for her nails and her tummy tuck
Ask another rapper, cause you know the boy ain't dumb as fuck
Yeah, tell me who want smoke, shit, I'm down to clip it
Yeah, I pull up in a fleet, dawg, I'm comin' with it
Five percent tint, you don't even know who's really in it
Yeah, I'm busy preachin', dawg, now they fuckin' with it
Yeah, you boy's busy barking up the wrong tree
Got a body after body like a killing spree
Lappin' all these bums, taking gold at the Grand Prix
Girls like the labels, they just don't know what they see in me
Yeah, the rumors hittin' the net and shit, you know it's true
Yeah, them Michael Kors jeans and the Jimmy Choos
The way that she been actin', I can tell she fucked the whole crew
I can scoop and hit that bitch if I just wanted to
Nowadays, they hit me up if they just need something
Yeah, the dawgs been Poppin X just to feel something
Hit me up late night, tell you I ain't doin' nothin
Spend a block and smother smoke, come on, dawg, we up to something
Yeah, all these bitches crazy like they Mr. West
I can take it to the stand, shit, I'll attest
Now these rappers talkin' crazy like they been the best
Aimin' for the head, got me sayin', hold up fuck a vest
Yeah, my odds are lookin' good, I might head to Vegas
Yeah, one night with the boy, now that bitch is famous
Cuttin' back on friends just so I can go and witness greatness
It's just me and all the woes, so the crib is spacious
If we talkin' bout my flaws, then it's bout my pride
If we talkin' bout the block, then I'm down to slide
White flag wavin' when I pull up, they just run and hide
Ayy, blow a half a million on some women, did I do enough
Yeah, she talkin' like she love me, she don't choke enough
Need a couple Gs for her nails and her tummy tuck
Ask another rapper, cause you know the boy ain't dumb as fuck
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, need a couple Gs for her nails and her tummy tuck
Ask another rapper, cause you know the boy ain't dumb as fuck
When they see this lil' ting here, back up and kicking
They be like yo
What the fuck is it gonna take to get rid of this bitch
You can't get rid of me, bitch
Yeah, she talkin' like she love me, she don't choke enough
Need a couple G's for her nails and her tummy tuck
Ask another rapper, cause you know the boy ain't dumb as fuck
Yeah, tell me who want smoke, shit, I'm down to clip it
Yeah, I pull up in a fleet, dawg, I'm comin' with it
Five percent tint, you don't even know who's really in it
Yeah, I'm busy preachin', dawg, now they fuckin' with it
Yeah, you boy's busy barking up the wrong tree
Got a body after body like a killing spree
Lappin' all these bums, taking gold at the Grand Prix
Girls like the labels, they just don't know what they see in me
Yeah, the rumors hittin' the net and shit, you know it's true
Yeah, them Michael Kors jeans and the Jimmy Choos
The way that she been actin', I can tell she fucked the whole crew
I can scoop and hit that bitch if I just wanted to
Nowadays, they hit me up if they just need something
Yeah, the dawgs been Poppin X just to feel something
Hit me up late night, tell you I ain't doin' nothin
Spend a block and smother smoke, come on, dawg, we up to something
Yeah, all these bitches crazy like they Mr. West
I can take it to the stand, shit, I'll attest
Now these rappers talkin' crazy like they been the best
Aimin' for the head, got me sayin', hold up fuck a vest
Yeah, my odds are lookin' good, I might head to Vegas
Yeah, one night with the boy, now that bitch is famous
Cuttin' back on friends just so I can go and witness greatness
It's just me and all the woes, so the crib is spacious
If we talkin' bout my flaws, then it's bout my pride
If we talkin' bout the block, then I'm down to slide
White flag wavin' when I pull up, they just run and hide
Ayy, blow a half a million on some women, did I do enough
Yeah, she talkin' like she love me, she don't choke enough
Need a couple Gs for her nails and her tummy tuck
Ask another rapper, cause you know the boy ain't dumb as fuck
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, need a couple Gs for her nails and her tummy tuck
Ask another rapper, cause you know the boy ain't dumb as fuck
When they see this lil' ting here, back up and kicking
They be like yo
What the fuck is it gonna take to get rid of this bitch
You can't get rid of me, bitch
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Writer(s): Thomas Overend
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