Yo Dummy

Hit my cousin he like yo dummy
You can't fuck with no bitch, if she bummy
Niggas know I get honey and money Run up 50 in a week, no sleep
She classy, freakin' in the sheets tho Pull up to the party
Stick in the pea coat, fucked her off the addy Finito, she wanna fly to Atlanta, come on

I'm in the trap, I'm barely even home I already fucked while you hit my phone
Shorty a groupie, she know all my songs hit her from the back while I'm pullin' her thong
She bae tonight, but she gotta leave in the mornin
What the fuck, nigga? What the fuck was you thinkin'

don kel, i ain't trippin' on shit
I ain't on no boat, just caught motion sickness
Having motion, not emotionally damaged
Racks in my pocket, got me off balance
Brand new drip, never met Clarence
Fuck a show, I get paid for appearance
Rap money, no slow bucks

Ran up a ticket on you slow fucks Black truck with a chauffeur
He know I got pounds, so he drive careful
In LA, fuckin' hoes from imperial
Watts up, pour a deuce in a Fanta Watts up, she a dirty Diana
Can't fuck the hoe, if she mild manner
She put on my music, to get fucked she a fan

Spend the block, back to back im a fan
She drool when she suck it, lil' bitch a sped
Only hit her from the back, like a bike with pegs

Fuck for hours, I don't need meds
She stay on her knees, she don't need legs
My dawg fighting demons, he need meds

Hit my cousin he like yo dummy
You can't fuck with no bitch, if she bummy
Niggas know I get honey and money Run up 50 in a week, no sleep
She classy, freakin' in the sheets tho Pull up to the party
Stick in the pea coat, fucked her off the addy Finito, she wanna fly to Atlanta, come on

I'm in the trap, I'm barely even home I already fucked while you hit my phone
Shorty a groupie, she know all my songs hit her from the back while I'm pullin' her thong
She bae tonight, but she gotta leave in the mornin
What the fuck, nigga? What the fuck was you thinkin'



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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey Bailey
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