Crazy how I got her nigga sprung bad And I ain't talking rapping, When I say this nigga tongue spazz Slurp it up Take a little more for me to open up I'm sipping coconuts in the summer sun that i'm soaking up He's dope as fuck He gave me what I wanted the most And I don't believe in love But you cutting it close I'm holding up some shoes like "The silver or gold?" He said "I'll never make you choose I'ma get you them both To Tell the truth: I am nothing like your ex" I'm thinking, word? Is that a promise or a threat? He like you heard me, I don't speak unless its facts Have you on a private jet With Phillipe in your Patek Ain't it crazy how that turn me on? He got his Rollie on while he reaching out for his burner phone Coppers all along On the corner that we was turning on Sirens going off, and I'm explaining how they got it wrong Nike tech fleece with the scammer fit on CD player got the pieces I been jamming in 'em Cop talking like you must've left your manners at home I said I promise that I will, Unless my man is at home So do your job, nigga Don't want to have to get involved with you Since i'm humble and gracious, I'll make it sweet What you making every week, is probably sitting on my feet And my nigga won't make a peep before you take his freedom of speech Boss lady I do boss things Catch me everywhere from Bronx river to palm springs I could put you on things The ugly bitches always want to bring the heat to me Cause other pretty women, never wanna beef with me If I see bad bitch, I tell her link with me We run these nigga's pockets at an elevated frequency I love niggas that'll get that dough poppin' Like bring your sister, I'm a take y'all both shopping Oh you with your other girl? NO problem Group trip to the islands You could tell 'em that I got em I look at other women lose, never bat an eye Long as the bottom of my shoes Kappa Alpha Psi I'm talking bloody like a nupe, when I'm stepping, nigga Walking by, turning every neck like omega niggas I'm balling different Was born to flex Like life, I'm here one minute then gone the next Oh you mad cause i'm styling on it But your Range got a hundred-thousand miles up on I am not the type of chick that you could play with, at all You got six more years before you pay that shit off. My nigga what! This is Lady London, and you are now tuned into The Boss Tape. You know what the fuck going onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
