Broly

I aint one to brag
Gotta chase a bag
Gettin all this cash
Gettin all the math
Shawty shakin ass
Shawty shake that ass
Shawty getting low
Shawty throw it back
Baby hit the floor
You know how it go
Yeah
You know how it go
Now she onna pole
Ridin on the pole
She wanna ride my pole
Now she gettin close
Shawty do the most
Pass her to the bros
She wanna do the folks
Train her like a hoe
Now she giving throat
Shawty on go
Diamonds on froze
Run up get exposed
Run up get exposed

Know that I'm chose
Said they love my flows
Niggas stealin flows
I don't fuck with rappers
Niggas ain't my patnas
It don't fuckin matter
Make his brains splatter
Shit just made me madder
Guess that Imma spazzer
Thought I was a rapper
Thought I was a trapper
Shit I am a trapper
Bitch I keep a zapper
Put you in a platter
Put him in a platter
Call that bitch da clapper
Finding Mr. Lacker
Call him Mr. Lacker
Call me Mr. Trapper
Gettin money faster
Call me fuckin master
Call me Mr. Jabber
Call me Mr. Dragger
Not a fuckin bastard
I might need a pastor
Nigga I'm the pastor
Choppa call him yapper
Call me choppa master
Choppa call him yapper
Call me fuckin master



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Writer(s): Na'jee Rouse
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