Bitch saying I'm feeling myself, I told her to shut up I can't meet you, it feel like a set up If a nigga diving in water, he gon' get wet up Skip the whole line, saying, "Fuck being next up" I'm having whole, call me Yay Hefner Need to get rid of this weight, my trap having stretch marks Pour a eight of that yellow, I'm sipping on big boy It's so much lean on my chest, think I got a Wock' heart
Every show I got fire, I guess I'm a Glock star My partner throwing back Perc's like Smart Tarts Rock out with my guitar like Billy Golf Ayy, I been in the field like a golf cart I can't chill until my house big as Walmart My money Yao Ming Why do you say that? 'Cause you tall, boy You niggas be on the sidelinеs, call 'em lil' tale boys You lil' bitty peons, go play with ya child, boy Start thе car in the house, that bitch make a loud noise Straight 8 my engine, suit up when drive forward Minding my business, some shit I don't mind doing You could be ugly, pull out racks, now you fine too My lil' partner, he slimey His bullets got green tips She got some nice head, but she got a mean lips I keep taking these drugs 'cause I really need help And I just jumped off the porch, just go ask my big step
Bitch saying I'm feeling myself, I told her to shut up I can't meet you, it feel like a set up If a nigga diving in water, he gon' get wet up Skip the whole line, saying, "Fuck being next up" I'm having whole, call me Yay Hefner Need to get rid of this weight, my trap having stretch marks Pour a eight of that yellow, I'm sipping on big boy It's so much lean on my chest, think I got a Wock' heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
