She out here thottin Kendra Lust
But She wanna be treated like Cinderella
So much drip needa damn umbrella
The way yo bitch eatin my dick up raw I think lil shordy got Salmonella
Bitch I do this for the fans f*ck a nigga mean I don't need no coachella
Thumbin through this money like a f*ckin Bankteller
Got ADHD a nigga can't settle
Artist of the year needa f*ckin gold medal
You lightweight like a f*ckin rose petal
Yo rhymes ain't poppin you ain't got no kettle
Needa battle somebody on yo level
I got old bread, My shit growing Fungus
He ain't who they claim Christopher Columbus
Big Baby Dingo he stay Onnat F*ck Shit
Pockets Goliath my shit be humongous
Niggas gon die if they start up some ruckus
12 killin niggas so who serving justice
How you gon find me the streets ain't yo compass
Semi dump, Wet em up
He gon need Swimming trunks
Pop yo waste, This shit jumpin
This the type shit that help a muf*ckin midget jump
I can not wife her she ain't really did enough
She keep callin my phone
Blocked, Denied
Heard you a turkey tryna shoot yo shot
Shot Denied
Opps despise, Blocks divide
I ain't talkin tetris, blocks divide
You had got the game on lock but i got the wrench
She selfish as f*ck she want every inch
I hit it on top while we kissing in french
She get on her knees I bust on her lip
Put em inna trunk, Then Drive off a f*ckin cliff
You want smoke nigga come take a hit
F*ck nigga ain't no money to split
Crash dummy that lil bitch gettin hit
I Can't be tied down don't really know what's a lasso
He don't want smoke he allergic to tobacco
He'll start breaking out, Red dots where his hat go
You say you a soldier pussy nigga I'm Commando
What's a shadow to the night?
What's a fist to a knife
What's a Pig to warthog bitch take a hint
For ya face end up on a t-shirt covered in lint
Walkin with a limp cause I f*cked you up you ain't a pimp nigga
Made 15 racks sittin on my ass
They said I'm broke I just sit back and laugh
She on my dick cause I get to bag
How you gon hate when you jackin my swag
Dragging my nuts
Smackin ya slut
She throating my shit and she don't even gag
Dayuuuuum
It should be illegal twerkin all of dat ass
Zay said f*ck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as f*ck
F*ck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
Zay said f*ck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as f*ck
F*ck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
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She out here thottin Kendra Lust
But She wanna be treated like Cinderella
So much drip needa damn umbrella
The way yo bitch eatin my dick up raw I think lil shordy got Salmonella
Bitch I do this for the fans f*ck a nigga mean I don't need no coachella
Thumbin through this money like a f*ckin Bankteller
Got ADHD a nigga can't settle
Artist of the year needa f*ckin gold medal
You lightweight like a f*ckin rose petal
Yo rhymes ain't poppin you ain't got no kettle
Needa battle somebody on yo level
I got old bread, My shit growing Fungus
He ain't who they claim Christopher Columbus
Big Baby Dingo he stay Onnat F*ck Shit
Pockets Goliath my shit be humongous
Niggas gon die if they start up some ruckus
12 killin niggas so who serving justice
How you gon find me the streets ain't yo compass
Semi dump, Wet em up
He gon need Swimming trunks
Pop yo waste, This shit jumpin
This the type shit that help a muf*ckin midget jump
I can not wife her she ain't really did enough
She keep callin my phone
Blocked, Denied
Heard you a turkey tryna shoot yo shot
Shot Denied
Opps despise, Blocks divide
I ain't talkin tetris, blocks divide
You had got the game on lock but i got the wrench
She selfish as f*ck she want every inch
I hit it on top while we kissing in french
She get on her knees I bust on her lip
Put em inna trunk, Then Drive off a f*ckin cliff
You want smoke nigga come take a hit
F*ck nigga ain't no money to split
Crash dummy that lil bitch gettin hit
I Can't be tied down don't really know what's a lasso
He don't want smoke he allergic to tobacco
He'll start breaking out, Red dots where his hat go
You say you a soldier pussy nigga I'm Commando
What's a shadow to the night?
What's a fist to a knife
What's a Pig to warthog bitch take a hint
For ya face end up on a t-shirt covered in lint
Walkin with a limp cause I f*cked you up you ain't a pimp nigga
Made 15 racks sittin on my ass
They said I'm broke I just sit back and laugh
She on my dick cause I get to bag
How you gon hate when you jackin my swag
Dragging my nuts
Smackin ya slut
She throating my shit and she don't even gag
Dayuuuuum
It should be illegal twerkin all of dat ass
Zay said f*ck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as f*ck
F*ck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
Zay said f*ck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as f*ck
F*ck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
But She wanna be treated like Cinderella
So much drip needa damn umbrella
The way yo bitch eatin my dick up raw I think lil shordy got Salmonella
Bitch I do this for the fans f*ck a nigga mean I don't need no coachella
Thumbin through this money like a f*ckin Bankteller
Got ADHD a nigga can't settle
Artist of the year needa f*ckin gold medal
You lightweight like a f*ckin rose petal
Yo rhymes ain't poppin you ain't got no kettle
Needa battle somebody on yo level
I got old bread, My shit growing Fungus
He ain't who they claim Christopher Columbus
Big Baby Dingo he stay Onnat F*ck Shit
Pockets Goliath my shit be humongous
Niggas gon die if they start up some ruckus
12 killin niggas so who serving justice
How you gon find me the streets ain't yo compass
Semi dump, Wet em up
He gon need Swimming trunks
Pop yo waste, This shit jumpin
This the type shit that help a muf*ckin midget jump
I can not wife her she ain't really did enough
She keep callin my phone
Blocked, Denied
Heard you a turkey tryna shoot yo shot
Shot Denied
Opps despise, Blocks divide
I ain't talkin tetris, blocks divide
You had got the game on lock but i got the wrench
She selfish as f*ck she want every inch
I hit it on top while we kissing in french
She get on her knees I bust on her lip
Put em inna trunk, Then Drive off a f*ckin cliff
You want smoke nigga come take a hit
F*ck nigga ain't no money to split
Crash dummy that lil bitch gettin hit
I Can't be tied down don't really know what's a lasso
He don't want smoke he allergic to tobacco
He'll start breaking out, Red dots where his hat go
You say you a soldier pussy nigga I'm Commando
What's a shadow to the night?
What's a fist to a knife
What's a Pig to warthog bitch take a hint
For ya face end up on a t-shirt covered in lint
Walkin with a limp cause I f*cked you up you ain't a pimp nigga
Made 15 racks sittin on my ass
They said I'm broke I just sit back and laugh
She on my dick cause I get to bag
How you gon hate when you jackin my swag
Dragging my nuts
Smackin ya slut
She throating my shit and she don't even gag
Dayuuuuum
It should be illegal twerkin all of dat ass
Zay said f*ck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as f*ck
F*ck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
Zay said f*ck dat opp shit
Trilly told me I should pop shit
Why these niggas pop slick
That's cause they ain't got shit
Shoutout Nat Nat she bad as f*ck
F*ck her raw I don't wrap it up
Said your money multiplying asking for a bag boy this shit ain't adding up
Writer: Robert Brannon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid