[Intro: Tink] Flexin' on these niggas, man I see you dawg Flexin’ on these niggas, man I see you dawg Had to lick him up and down Just like a card off Aah, Tink G Let's go
[Chorus: Tink] I like niggas in Tru I like niggas in Timbs He ain't getting no money Then I ain't speaking to him He got black in his heart You can't do what he does Let me see what u drivin' Let me see what u drivin' (repeat)
[Verse 1: Tink] Yo flexin' on these niggas Man I see you dawg Had to lick him up and down Just like a card off No pelle, pelle That nigga rockin' Burberry Fuck niggas ain't rockin' with em' They whinin' like Mary Mary Them bitches since yesterday You sweeter than Fanny May I'm blowing, you niggas soft They pussies, lets give em shame I'm moving into a cave I'm beastin' on every track It ain't nothing Bitch I'm pop My pockets ain't ever flat (haah) Speeding cause I can, I'm a rapper now You hoes a mess I'll rip you up just like a paper towel Just like a problem child All my bitches bad tho Probably why these niggas thirsty, ya'll been on that shower flow Peeping on his money shit Heard you had a foreign whip All our paper go to waste Getting’ thick up in the hips Big deal, walk around like I own the place Own place with his own car Buy his own shit, it ain’t nothin’ fake
[Chorus: Tink] (repeat twice)
[Verse 2: Edai] I like to ride my bitch I tell her ride my dick She got the best head, hands down 506 I like to break down bricks I tell her lay down stiff Give her dough, she be traffickin’ She take round trips, yeah She a stomp a ho, that A- town shit She swagged, and them other hoes they ain’t no shit But if she act up, I’ma have to switch like chef Or she could blow my brains Do you get my drift? Yet I think she like cause the rims on my car I say I’m feelin’ you ma, but we ain’t gettin’ that far It’s like I’m workin’ fast, exercise and getting’ that body And I’m a young dread head, hair lookin’ like Marley Yeah, she say she like a nigga In that Tru Religion And believe a nigga, like a superstition She cook, clean, fuck, and she do the dishes She’ll play that role, like some movie bitches
[Chorus: Tink] I like niggas in Tru I like niggas in Timbs He ain't getting no money Then I ain't speaking to him He got black in his heart You can't do what he does Let me see what u drivin' Let me see what u drivin' (repeat)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
