Love
She gone, uh
She-she gone hit my line like crack in the 80s
Pull up, new Mercedes, this for you, my baby
Hunnid dollar bills, put that in her savings
You ain't smoking on za', bitch, that's pencil shavings
Niggas love my flow, I just make creations
I don't do relations, I don't do the fake shit
Get up out of my face, bitch, I don't do the hatin'
I just got my patience (On God), know that I'ma make it (Make it)
Go, go, go, go (Go)
That's what I'ma tell yo' ho though
I know shawty want a photo
Serving them things and big bro want four of those
And she eat me like Pappadeaux
Why the fuck you mad when yo' bitch chose
How the fuck I'm mad when I'm countin' 'chos (Hunchos)
I ain't got no time for no triflin' ho (Go)
Niggas be broke, no Felicia, baby
I was high as fuck smoking Keisha, baby
Take ya contact, I delete it, baby
Niggas sweet as fuck like a swisher, baby
Police put my hand up, say, "Don't shoot, please"
Niggas like to switch up, I'm the one that got y'all hot grease
Shawty know I'm a hunnid degrees
Say I'm broke, baby, I disagree
Tell yo' homegirl, "Stop dissing me"
Like them bitches know our history
Like, on this side, you know the grass be green
Can't fuck with you because yo' ass be green
Shawty, you let anything slide
Better bust when I pass you my fye, yeah
Go, go, go, go, go (Go, go, go, go)
Exactly what I do when I see hobos
Make you have a nightmare, bitch, I'm Momo, oh
Tryna give you love, fuck designer clothes, uh
She-she gone hit my line like crack in the 80s
Pull up, new Mercedes, this for you, my baby
Hunnid dollar bills, put that in her savings
You ain't smoking on za', bitch, that's pencil shavings
Niggas love my flow, I just make creations
I don't do relations, I don't do the fake shit
Get up out of my face, bitch, I don't do the hatin'
I just got my patience (On God), know that I'ma make it (Make it)
Go, go, go, go (Go)
That's what I'ma tell yo' ho though
I know shawty want a photo
Serving them things and big bro want four of those
And she eat me like Pappadeaux
Why the fuck you mad when yo' bitch chose
How the fuck I'm mad when I'm countin' 'chos (Hunchos)
I ain't got no time for no triflin' ho (Go)
Niggas be broke, no Felicia, baby
I was high as fuck smoking Keisha, baby
Take ya contact, I delete it, baby
Niggas sweet as fuck like a swisher, baby
Police put my hand up, say, "Don't shoot, please"
Niggas like to switch up, I'm the one that got y'all hot grease
Shawty know I'm a hunnid degrees
Say I'm broke, baby, I disagree
Tell yo' homegirl, "Stop dissing me"
Like them bitches know our history
Like, on this side, you know the grass be green
Can't fuck with you because yo' ass be green
Shawty, you let anything slide
Better bust when I pass you my fye, yeah
Go, go, go, go, go (Go, go, go, go)
Exactly what I do when I see hobos
Make you have a nightmare, bitch, I'm Momo, oh
Tryna give you love, fuck designer clothes, uh
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