KO!
I think she like me
I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, I like that
Wait, wait, aye, yeah
I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
But we know what that mean
Hit her with the righty, left
That bitch ain't wifey
Knock her lights out
One round like I'm Mike T
K.O
You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll
Pesos by the million, tengo queso
Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your
Ankles, bitch, lay low
She say she bi, oh yeah, we gotta link
Ain't no way, her iPhone dry, seen it blink
That shit lookin' like it's 5-0 when she in the streets
5 stars on her, someone cuff her
Please
Met up with lil weta now she tryna get smoked out
Pass a blunt around and she like "Bust a lil flow out"
Do Re Mi Fa saca la mota
Straight up baddie with me, but she a lil' jota
Yeah, we lifted off the asphalt
It's just me and my lil' Bratz doll
She mad she can't get her pants on
Like, baby, that's your ass fault
She say that I'm a asshole
But I show love with trash talk
And I like it when she dish it back ya'll
So I'ma shoot my shot like last call cause
I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
But we know what that mean
Hit her with the righty, left
That bitch ain't wifey
Knock her lights out
One round like I'm Mike T
K.O
You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll
Pesos by the million, tengo queso
Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your
Ankles, bitch, lay low
I've been pullin' lot of change from the couch
And you know that I'ma count
Peep the fangs in my mouth, bitch
I'm out for blood and I'm drainin' them out
Cause they ain't no fun, something like they bank account
Ooh, I do my own stunts
Ain't a thing to announce
Only hold dubs
Yeah, they come in great amounts
When I'm back home with the bug
Know I gotta take her out
Point to what she want
Ain't a plate she can pronounce
Rappers better get gone
Your best song
Type of music, cool to cast Efron
Four eyes and they hella red
Now I'm set to get the teflon
Little pot for the stu
How I get my chef on
Oh yeah, yo bitch like me
Me like her, unlikely
Why the fuck she right up beside me
Yikes, please don't hit the phone
I don't fuck with hoes
'Less they my wifey's type
Baby, I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
But we know what that mean
Hit her with the righty, left
That bitch ain't wifey
Knock her lights out
One round like I'm Mike T
K.O
You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll
Pesos by the million, tengo queso
Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your
Ankles, bitch, lay low
I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
uh uh uh uh uh
Yeah, I like that
Wait, wait, aye, yeah
I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
But we know what that mean
Hit her with the righty, left
That bitch ain't wifey
Knock her lights out
One round like I'm Mike T
K.O
You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll
Pesos by the million, tengo queso
Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your
Ankles, bitch, lay low
She say she bi, oh yeah, we gotta link
Ain't no way, her iPhone dry, seen it blink
That shit lookin' like it's 5-0 when she in the streets
5 stars on her, someone cuff her
Please
Met up with lil weta now she tryna get smoked out
Pass a blunt around and she like "Bust a lil flow out"
Do Re Mi Fa saca la mota
Straight up baddie with me, but she a lil' jota
Yeah, we lifted off the asphalt
It's just me and my lil' Bratz doll
She mad she can't get her pants on
Like, baby, that's your ass fault
She say that I'm a asshole
But I show love with trash talk
And I like it when she dish it back ya'll
So I'ma shoot my shot like last call cause
I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
But we know what that mean
Hit her with the righty, left
That bitch ain't wifey
Knock her lights out
One round like I'm Mike T
K.O
You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll
Pesos by the million, tengo queso
Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your
Ankles, bitch, lay low
I've been pullin' lot of change from the couch
And you know that I'ma count
Peep the fangs in my mouth, bitch
I'm out for blood and I'm drainin' them out
Cause they ain't no fun, something like they bank account
Ooh, I do my own stunts
Ain't a thing to announce
Only hold dubs
Yeah, they come in great amounts
When I'm back home with the bug
Know I gotta take her out
Point to what she want
Ain't a plate she can pronounce
Rappers better get gone
Your best song
Type of music, cool to cast Efron
Four eyes and they hella red
Now I'm set to get the teflon
Little pot for the stu
How I get my chef on
Oh yeah, yo bitch like me
Me like her, unlikely
Why the fuck she right up beside me
Yikes, please don't hit the phone
I don't fuck with hoes
'Less they my wifey's type
Baby, I think she like me
Say she wanna fight me
But we know what that mean
Hit her with the righty, left
That bitch ain't wifey
Knock her lights out
One round like I'm Mike T
K.O
You'd be lucky if I put you on the payroll
Pesos by the million, tengo queso
Wait, whoa, how I'm ballin', might break your
Ankles, bitch, lay low
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Writer(s): Roger Ramos
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