I been moving in silence you bitches do not know my moves I hate you bitch, to the price tag on my (?) That's my 17 Fucking with some tight (?) Now i'm 19 at the W, thinking ‘bout my next move Ain't worried ‘bout no bitch And ain't worried ‘bout no nigga When your (?) sold out they start giving salt and vinegar And then i finish her on the track Stupid hoe better fall back Before my right hand have to thwack You bitches so close it's that back, back, back, asthma attack Stop watching me, watch your health hoe You ain't on my map And all you can do is cap on my name Post a pic with you (?) You could ever do the same Lil bitch you mad ‘cause i proclaimed Had to light a flame but (?) fist right in my frame Break you niggas like a chain Shitty hoes go down thе drain Loosey goosey oochie coochiе oochie wah wah Who's to blame? X these bitches out like (?) dice Loose hoes, extra tight Heavy weight, these bitches light I drop my (?), watch ‘em bite Throw my (?), catch my flight On the roller, on the mic On the pole or on the pipe Zeppy is the prototypeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
