NO TEXTS
Why you always ask where I'm coming from
Nevermind, I can see where you coming from
Come suck on that dick 'til that shit get numb
I can see it in your face when you feel my cum (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Order a bottle of Rose, she ain't mine she ain't covered in gold
With this dick I'm controlling her soul
I can tell that you like that shit
If I was locked in a cell, you would write that shit (Write that shit)
Sending me pics, know these bitches gon' hate on the way to get rich
Stay with your stick, ain't no way that they wearing my face on a fit
Bitch I use to be broke
Now these bitches be all on my dick 'cause I'm lit
I ain't never had no license
How the fuck I end up in a foreign
I can't make a bitch my wife
'Cause when I'm fucked up then she gon' be whoring
That's why I ain't been replying to no texts
Out here driving real reckless
Soon as a bitch act new new (Yeah)
I'm a come snatch my neckless
I 'ont even fuck my ex's (Hey)
All these bitches is choosing
They looking at me, they like ouu
I can't wait 'til I land LAX with niggas
We turning that shit to a zoo
Yeah, we met in the club I just wanted one night
But she texting and calling me boo
I look up and she leaving with you
Man, these bitches don't know what to do
I can't fuck with fans, I got bands in the room
Wearing your advance, if they bad let 'em through
Street bitch said she like Pooh Shiesty
Dej Loaf, bitch bet not try me
I 'ont just sing, I be getting real slimey
Late night don't park where shit get grimey, uh
Tryna' take all my quotes, uh
On my dick, she gon' suck 'til she choke, uh
You ain't lit how the fuck you gon' drive the boat, uh
Take a trip with my migo, overseas he got pounds of coke
Nigga broke, they could never be me
Too remote, you could never see me
I wanna' stroke, it's her ass for me
It's the junkies be lighting the glass for me
It's the way I be getting it casually
Now I got 'em fascinated
Know my grandma' see me like I'm glad you made it
Why you always ask where I'm coming from
Nevermind, I can see where you coming from
Come suck on that dick 'til that shit get numb
I can see it in your face when you feel my cum (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Order a bottle of Rose, she ain't mine she ain't covered in gold
With this dick I'm controlling her soul
I can tell that you like that shit
If I was locked in a cell, you would write that shit
Sending me pics, know these bitches gon' hate on the way to get rich
Stay with your stick, ain't no way that they wearing my face on a fit
Bitch I use to be broke
Now these bitches be all on my dick 'cause I'm lit
Nevermind, I can see where you coming from
Come suck on that dick 'til that shit get numb
I can see it in your face when you feel my cum (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Order a bottle of Rose, she ain't mine she ain't covered in gold
With this dick I'm controlling her soul
I can tell that you like that shit
If I was locked in a cell, you would write that shit (Write that shit)
Sending me pics, know these bitches gon' hate on the way to get rich
Stay with your stick, ain't no way that they wearing my face on a fit
Bitch I use to be broke
Now these bitches be all on my dick 'cause I'm lit
I ain't never had no license
How the fuck I end up in a foreign
I can't make a bitch my wife
'Cause when I'm fucked up then she gon' be whoring
That's why I ain't been replying to no texts
Out here driving real reckless
Soon as a bitch act new new (Yeah)
I'm a come snatch my neckless
I 'ont even fuck my ex's (Hey)
All these bitches is choosing
They looking at me, they like ouu
I can't wait 'til I land LAX with niggas
We turning that shit to a zoo
Yeah, we met in the club I just wanted one night
But she texting and calling me boo
I look up and she leaving with you
Man, these bitches don't know what to do
I can't fuck with fans, I got bands in the room
Wearing your advance, if they bad let 'em through
Street bitch said she like Pooh Shiesty
Dej Loaf, bitch bet not try me
I 'ont just sing, I be getting real slimey
Late night don't park where shit get grimey, uh
Tryna' take all my quotes, uh
On my dick, she gon' suck 'til she choke, uh
You ain't lit how the fuck you gon' drive the boat, uh
Take a trip with my migo, overseas he got pounds of coke
Nigga broke, they could never be me
Too remote, you could never see me
I wanna' stroke, it's her ass for me
It's the junkies be lighting the glass for me
It's the way I be getting it casually
Now I got 'em fascinated
Know my grandma' see me like I'm glad you made it
Why you always ask where I'm coming from
Nevermind, I can see where you coming from
Come suck on that dick 'til that shit get numb
I can see it in your face when you feel my cum (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Order a bottle of Rose, she ain't mine she ain't covered in gold
With this dick I'm controlling her soul
I can tell that you like that shit
If I was locked in a cell, you would write that shit
Sending me pics, know these bitches gon' hate on the way to get rich
Stay with your stick, ain't no way that they wearing my face on a fit
Bitch I use to be broke
Now these bitches be all on my dick 'cause I'm lit
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