Remixx
Say you won't ever try to step on me
My message legibly written
Shawty get off the pigeon
Taught that bitch how to whip it
Where yo friend ima hit it
I could shoot wit extension and take yo best friend to dinner
And make a bitch bounce
No slippin
But she was slidin had the grip on her
That ain't my bitch unless she got the blick on her
Let's make a flick
Red light it's a sight on her
I Lay that pipe hot water
She a hot mama
Plus she got Bags on her
drop it like the ball shawty
Hot sauce I could put the drip all on her
I want the whole thing
You still be fuckin them lame niggas spendin chump change
She think I'm fuckin them lame bitches
It ain't no way
I cant get caught up with lame bitches
She want more cake
Level her up
I could remix
Redo the whole thing
I make the stove move
Whippin the pot teach you a old move
Max shawty
Playin that bitty like she was pro tools
Post moves
Back in me down an she hit the whole 2
Flow thru
Ghostin
Only nigga you go thru
Pot whippa
I'll step out the kitchen
Just to count a couple mil up
Ballin like P. Miller yuh
Ain't a trap that I can't boom if I'm up in it
Big tipper
She just want me to spend up
My message legibly written
Shawty get off the pigeon
Taught that bitch how to whip it
Where yo friend ima hit it
I could shoot wit extension and take yo best friend to dinner
And make a bitch bounce
No slippin
But she was slidin had the grip on her
That ain't my bitch unless she got the blick on her
Let's make a flick
Red light it's a sight on her
I Lay that pipe hot water
She a hot mama
Plus she got Bags on her
drop it like the ball shawty
Hot sauce I could put the drip all on her
I want the whole thing
You still be fuckin them lame niggas spendin chump change
She think I'm fuckin them lame bitches
It ain't no way
I cant get caught up with lame bitches
She want more cake
Level her up
I could remix
Redo the whole thing
I make the stove move
Whippin the pot teach you a old move
Max shawty
Playin that bitty like she was pro tools
Post moves
Back in me down an she hit the whole 2
Flow thru
Ghostin
Only nigga you go thru
Pot whippa
I'll step out the kitchen
Just to count a couple mil up
Ballin like P. Miller yuh
Ain't a trap that I can't boom if I'm up in it
Big tipper
She just want me to spend up
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Writer(s): Ian Woode
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