Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on Naw, for real Thank you, thank you, thank you
We done burried some many of the guys Got an AP, but don't know when it's your time She like “Sosa, do you like fish?”, nah-uh If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton
Chopsticks, [?] Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fuck I pulled [?] out the seat, and pump him up You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up
In the yard, these bitches juggin' on me Party bitches, juggin' on me Pop him and his homie Fry they ass, like baloney
I can buy a [?], still lonely Every since I got money All of these bitches, love me
Ridin' round in my Hellcat He hate me, I felt that [?] Turn the T, I nailed that
You ain't grow up in the projects I made a bitch, that's some stretch We love you more, and one less I don't want you, baby, I want neck
I ain't buyin' a bitch shit, if she ain't buy me shit We ain't wanna have [?], for a free bitch I can't give a bitch shit, if she ain't give me shit She ain't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it
Say a nigga actin' crazy, that's how we get We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach shit? I can't live with no bitch, she might bleach my shit I just hit the back of the club on some VIP shit
Sosa baby Sit gang, situation gang, bitch
I wanna clear my mind I got a Lamborghini, and it's parked outside I'm in a Lamborghini Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried
Wanna be my shorty, I am not [?] Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain Got some bad hoes, brought ‘em to me, gang I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought ‘em to me, me
Sent some flyers up, let you know, choppa got a mean grin [?] on the west side of the fifi You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG Skinny lil' bitch, with a head like ririTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
