Back in this bitch wit my brudda
I had to get right back to this shit cause I do this shit like no other
I had a lil bitch suck on my dick, hell nah I ain't use no rubber
She do that shit like she was a pro, she said she get that from her movah
I got them racks in my pocket, uh
Niggas try spin right here we gon' stop it
Bitch I don't look at the price I just cop it
Bitch I be steppin' on shit no carpet, niggas be hatin' just stop it
Been teachin' this class just watch it, bitch I don't drink but I'm on my don shit, purpin on fool how you gon' Quick nigga
Bitch I be spottem, foolay be gottem, I need a bad bitch look like mulatto
I got da Glock on me I ain't boxin, runnin' that money up bitch I ain't stoppin
Niggas be thinkin it's sweet I ain't coppin, put that on your man we could get this bitch rockin
Get ever she want when I take my bitch shoppin, if you suckin' dick just make sure it's sloppy
Nigga, just like Tris I'm leanin, I'm pullin' tricks like a genie
They think they ahead but I'm bout to leave em
Big four they don't believe him, damn I mean they don't believe in me
My bitch said she bout to leave me, cause she keep catchin' me cheatin, damn
I gotta tighten up, I really gotta tighten up
And if this nigga keep thinkin' this shit a game we gon' really tie him up
Put two to his head put him in a trunk then several days later found him in a dump
I don't even know what happened to brah
Don't bring up his name cause I don't give a f*ck, nigga
4Spotem - 5042 Pt. II Lyrics
4Spotem - 5042 Pt. II Lyrics
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Back in this bitch wit my brudda
I had to get right back to this shit cause I do this shit like no other
I had a lil bitch suck on my dick, hell nah I ain't use no rubber
She do that shit like she was a pro, she said she get that from her movah
I got them racks in my pocket, uh
Niggas try spin right here we gon' stop it
Bitch I don't look at the price I just cop it
Bitch I be steppin' on shit no carpet, niggas be hatin' just stop it
Been teachin' this class just watch it, bitch I don't drink but I'm on my don shit, purpin on fool how you gon' Quick nigga
Bitch I be spottem, foolay be gottem, I need a bad bitch look like mulatto
I got da Glock on me I ain't boxin, runnin' that money up bitch I ain't stoppin
Niggas be thinkin it's sweet I ain't coppin, put that on your man we could get this bitch rockin
Get ever she want when I take my bitch shoppin, if you suckin' dick just make sure it's sloppy
Nigga, just like Tris I'm leanin, I'm pullin' tricks like a genie
They think they ahead but I'm bout to leave em
Big four they don't believe him, damn I mean they don't believe in me
My bitch said she bout to leave me, cause she keep catchin' me cheatin, damn
I gotta tighten up, I really gotta tighten up
And if this nigga keep thinkin' this shit a game we gon' really tie him up
Put two to his head put him in a trunk then several days later found him in a dump
I don't even know what happened to brah
Don't bring up his name cause I don't give a f*ck, nigga
I had to get right back to this shit cause I do this shit like no other
I had a lil bitch suck on my dick, hell nah I ain't use no rubber
She do that shit like she was a pro, she said she get that from her movah
I got them racks in my pocket, uh
Niggas try spin right here we gon' stop it
Bitch I don't look at the price I just cop it
Bitch I be steppin' on shit no carpet, niggas be hatin' just stop it
Been teachin' this class just watch it, bitch I don't drink but I'm on my don shit, purpin on fool how you gon' Quick nigga
Bitch I be spottem, foolay be gottem, I need a bad bitch look like mulatto
I got da Glock on me I ain't boxin, runnin' that money up bitch I ain't stoppin
Niggas be thinkin it's sweet I ain't coppin, put that on your man we could get this bitch rockin
Get ever she want when I take my bitch shoppin, if you suckin' dick just make sure it's sloppy
Nigga, just like Tris I'm leanin, I'm pullin' tricks like a genie
They think they ahead but I'm bout to leave em
Big four they don't believe him, damn I mean they don't believe in me
My bitch said she bout to leave me, cause she keep catchin' me cheatin, damn
I gotta tighten up, I really gotta tighten up
And if this nigga keep thinkin' this shit a game we gon' really tie him up
Put two to his head put him in a trunk then several days later found him in a dump
I don't even know what happened to brah
Don't bring up his name cause I don't give a f*ck, nigga
Writer: Terrell Morgan
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