Lackin

Stayin' independent
Rock my pendant
That bitch in my way
Yea I said it
Wear my Louis bag, windows tinted
I can never fold, never regret it

Buy the mall out, when I hop out
That bitch gimme top, yea she rock out
No Guitar Hero, yea she mashin' buttons
she gon eat my shit in the morning, ain't no Egg McMuffin
She wanna see the Eiffel
I said drop my pants, no discussion
Robitussin
Bitches make me sick
(Make me sick)
Why you fussin?
Flyin' like a bird, bitch it's private
Take her to the islands, my bitch Italian
I ain't for these hoes, that some freak shit
need a fuckin wifey, that some me shit
All these bitches tweakin, ball elite bitch
Never fuckin' missin, hit my 3's bitch!

Why you?
Why you cappin'
(Why you)

Why you?
Why you cappin'
(Why you)
Bitches

Bitches lackin'
Bitches they be lackin'



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Cruz
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