THERE IT GO

Yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch, this that Memphis shit
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch, this that Memphis dick
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there it go
Okay now, whoa, whoa, whoa, there it go

I said, whoa, whoa, whoa, let me get it real quick
Niggas know I'm poppin' shit
She eat that dick, she get a tip

I get that bag and I got the cash a rubberband don't fit
These niggas mad and these hoes sad
I never been a bitch

And when I shoot, I never miss my gun Ginobili, It got 20 in it
I'm runnin' these plays like I'm Chris Johnson, I got hella vision
I swear I'm feelin' like Wilt Chamberlain (Why?)
Cause I got plenty bitches
I saw my brother cookin' dope (Where he was at?)
Man, he was in the kitchen

Gas blow the roof, like a nuke
No JB, but we gon' shoot
Bitch, I'm a Pit and you Poodle
I left her sick, sorry poo-poo
Been makin' plays, I'm on the go
Ain't no T-Pain, I love them strippers on the pole
I gotta keep her on the team, Cause she know how to play her role

Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch this that Memphis shit
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch this that Memphis dick
Woah, woah, woah, there it go
Now there it go, oh, oh, there it go
I said, woah, woah, woah, there it go

Big bro got it off a hoe
I got it, meet me at the store
And I got quarters, halfs, and wholes
You try it meet Mr. Draco
These diamonds cold as Subzero
My circle small as a peehole
They say you hiding where Nemo?

Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch this that Memphis shit
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch this that Memphis dick
Woah, woah, woah, there it go
And I said, woah, woah, woah, there it go

Hey, oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch this that Memphis shit
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, bitch this that Memphis dick
Woah, woah, woah, there it go
And I said, woah, woah, woah, there it go (Yeah, there it go)



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Writer(s): C Rad
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