Frost on my Rollie look like grass in the morning I don't fuck with him, he tryna shake my hand on my own Paranoid, reaching for my pants, I might smoke you I don't fuck with her, only hit her line when I'm horny Gucci raincoat, I look like money when it's storming Wake up on Chanel, I look like money in the morning I get fresh for nothing, look like money when I'm pointless I keep buying pointers, ride a thousand horses, yeah
I won't let a nigga check me Won't ever let a nigga disrespect me That bitch fuckin' soarin' now she met me Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't fuck her because she nasty But I fuck with her because she nasty Out in public, she know how to keep it classy Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
A fucked up predicament is what you put yourself in Nigga look like he gon' snitch, I pull that bitch on my man's You was down, they was up, niggas really ain't your kin You could be a real nigga, dig deep, look within
Benihana grub look like camos, huh I can't fit no guns in this Lambo trunk Hmm, spent another dub, bitch I ran it up Huh, your bitch fell in love, she can't stand no scrubs I said this Rolex was twenty-eight thousand Huh, whole kit cost a nigga house, yes If I drop another chain, you can't doubt that Caught a nigga baby momma in a mouse trap
Huh, me and Tee sand a song, easy two mil Wait till I really turn up, that's 'bout two bill Hit the club, fuck it up, never too bills I got a hunnid on before I sign my new deal I might eat your bitch pussy with my new grill? Or put this roxy in her booty, how this blue feel? First snort a line then tops out off this new seal Thirty clip HD Jerry Pete, new feel
I won't let a nigga check me Won't ever let a nigga disrespect me That bitch fucking soarin' now she met me Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't fuck her because she nasty But I fuck with her because she nasty Out in public, she know how to keep it classy Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
