I got beautiful badder bitches and hoes in area codes And women who stripping naked and want to see me at shows My proper posture so proper my Glock would poppity pop ya Rollin that titticaca, get comfortable in mi casa And if your mama a MILF, I'ma put my dick in your mama Then you call me your papa; then we have baby shower Hit Sam up for that sour, nigga, why you so sour? Get the coochie from California, hoes don't give her flowers That's real shit, for instance I get get my dick licked Bad bitch with phat ass, with blonde hair extensions Fuck you I hit licks. I talk bout real shit Don't sip that lean shit, we smoke blue dream shit Nigga, I'm so coocoo. Shoot two, THU THU! Pop pop, nigga, boom boom Corn rows and a Bluetooth Living and bouncing that go go Still no love for these hoes, doe Bottle ace and that rose gold Bounce that ass for my kinfolk
Understand who I fucking be Got a fucking problem? Don't fuck with me I'm gold, yeah, that young nigga who nice Best mothafucker who be running with da knife AK, nigga, make way or I might Blow, stab, kill, choke, kill hoes Blow hoes, nigga pop, nigga gone Where them ho niggas at now? Where them mother fucking ho niggas at now? We spit rounds, love my town West side, nigga West side for the pound PCP, we so loud Trippy medicine that we hitting right now And we so cool and I'm so rude Fuck ass niggas that I used to go to school With, bitch. I don't have to holla at a bitch I'm a real nigga with the shits Thots, shots, throw a lot of money in the air And we gonna watch it fall down Sing it one time Throw a lot of money in the air And we gonna watch it fall down Got my niggas. We blood hounds West side, nigga, West side for the P, poundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
