Britney
Yeah
Still the flyest
Check my latitude lil boy I been the pilot
I'll take all the hoes I'm in love with and have a dinner party
We know you ain't on shit bout it
Y'all know gang is gon hit 'bout it
I'm trying to hit a white neighborhood and go gentrify it
Where it's safe and you ain't even got to bring yo fye in
And we just niggas, ya door, you ain't even got to lock it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Mr. Rae-Rae, I expand yo knowledge, girl you know my body
I'm laying here, I'm thinking bout the way yo' ass be wilin'
My Twinnem tote that problem solver if he reach for wallets
My gang is itching, scratching, fiending, all just for that guala
I take a beat and turn it to a sacrifice for Allah
I ain't have to do it to him but dawg you know I gotta
She talking bout the bare minimum but only cooking pasta
Still give some fire head, I told her I love her
I move my feet, she know she swindled and I done blown my cover
This not a love song, this is just a you song
This a do not test us, my twinnem carry the tool song
Big body bitch, love a BBW song
This ain't no Ciara but we step one-two song
Did I do that? Jaleel White on her sheets
I'm top 2, boy, I come with the heat
Beloved King baby check me out (Yeah)
Yeah
Still the flyest
Check my latitude lil boy I been the pilot
I'll take all the hoes I'm in love with and have a dinner party
We know you ain't on shit bout it
Y'all know gang is gon hit 'bout it
I'm trying to hit a white neighborhood and go gentrify it
Where it's safe and you ain't even got to bring yo fye in
And we just niggas, ya door, you ain't even got to lock it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Percy, I'm wavy gang
She getting drunk, know I hate that, trying to hide it with shades
I'm Eric Cross Brooks, you know I got to keep a blade
Mr. Rae-Rae baby, I swear I keep it fresher than glade
When I play with the pussy, my wrist lock up
You gon make us come do construction and tear yo' block up
I promise you ain't seeing gango shake he lift that Glock up
You can get the 16, 32, or 50
Pick your poison, either way, this shit is getting John Wicky
And we heard with the pussy, you get tricky dawg
This lil situation here, it done got sticky dawg
Ratchet bitch like Dijonay
Get hoes, that's in my dna
I'm stunting like my mama
38 hot, committing war crimes, Barack Obama
Swear I love being black, it go with everything on twin
But I love it when my black match the black on yo' skin
Dark brown
Redbone
High yella all a win
Raé Liotta once again uh-huh
Yeah
Still the flyest
Check my latitude lil boy I been the pilot
I'll take all the hoes I'm in love with and have a dinner party
We know you ain't on shit bout it
Y'all know gang is gon hit 'bout it
I'm trying to hit a white neighborhood and go gentrify it
Where it's safe and you ain't even got to bring yo fye in
And we just niggas, ya door, you ain't even got to lock it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Mr. Rae-Rae baby
Tell them niggas stop hating
Outside with a bitch that look just like Sanaa Lathan
Fasho
Still the flyest
Check my latitude lil boy I been the pilot
I'll take all the hoes I'm in love with and have a dinner party
We know you ain't on shit bout it
Y'all know gang is gon hit 'bout it
I'm trying to hit a white neighborhood and go gentrify it
Where it's safe and you ain't even got to bring yo fye in
And we just niggas, ya door, you ain't even got to lock it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Mr. Rae-Rae, I expand yo knowledge, girl you know my body
I'm laying here, I'm thinking bout the way yo' ass be wilin'
My Twinnem tote that problem solver if he reach for wallets
My gang is itching, scratching, fiending, all just for that guala
I take a beat and turn it to a sacrifice for Allah
I ain't have to do it to him but dawg you know I gotta
She talking bout the bare minimum but only cooking pasta
Still give some fire head, I told her I love her
I move my feet, she know she swindled and I done blown my cover
This not a love song, this is just a you song
This a do not test us, my twinnem carry the tool song
Big body bitch, love a BBW song
This ain't no Ciara but we step one-two song
Did I do that? Jaleel White on her sheets
I'm top 2, boy, I come with the heat
Beloved King baby check me out (Yeah)
Yeah
Still the flyest
Check my latitude lil boy I been the pilot
I'll take all the hoes I'm in love with and have a dinner party
We know you ain't on shit bout it
Y'all know gang is gon hit 'bout it
I'm trying to hit a white neighborhood and go gentrify it
Where it's safe and you ain't even got to bring yo fye in
And we just niggas, ya door, you ain't even got to lock it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Percy, I'm wavy gang
She getting drunk, know I hate that, trying to hide it with shades
I'm Eric Cross Brooks, you know I got to keep a blade
Mr. Rae-Rae baby, I swear I keep it fresher than glade
When I play with the pussy, my wrist lock up
You gon make us come do construction and tear yo' block up
I promise you ain't seeing gango shake he lift that Glock up
You can get the 16, 32, or 50
Pick your poison, either way, this shit is getting John Wicky
And we heard with the pussy, you get tricky dawg
This lil situation here, it done got sticky dawg
Ratchet bitch like Dijonay
Get hoes, that's in my dna
I'm stunting like my mama
38 hot, committing war crimes, Barack Obama
Swear I love being black, it go with everything on twin
But I love it when my black match the black on yo' skin
Dark brown
Redbone
High yella all a win
Raé Liotta once again uh-huh
Yeah
Still the flyest
Check my latitude lil boy I been the pilot
I'll take all the hoes I'm in love with and have a dinner party
We know you ain't on shit bout it
Y'all know gang is gon hit 'bout it
I'm trying to hit a white neighborhood and go gentrify it
Where it's safe and you ain't even got to bring yo fye in
And we just niggas, ya door, you ain't even got to lock it
Britney, my old bitch toxic
Percy, my new bitch bout it
Mr. Rae-Rae baby
Tell them niggas stop hating
Outside with a bitch that look just like Sanaa Lathan
Fasho
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