She said she hate my Momma
I'm a son of a bitch yea
I said I hate the drama
But I'm callin' her friends yea
If that love it came too easy then we wouldn't do it
F*ck that lick it came too easy then I wouldn't do it
Ten toes down I'm a sniper (I'm a sniper)
She cheated on her nigga I can't wife her
That pussy turn a humble to a lifer (To a lifer)
Trickin' yo position for a liar (Why you trickin')
I'm always ready (Ready)
Call me when you ready (I'm ready)
Know yuh nigga cheatin' and your heart is kind a heavy (It's gettin' Heavy)
She ride me like a Chevy (Chevy)
I ain't got no car doe (Got no car doe)
Pull up on a player give you beats just like I'm Cardo (Just like I'm Cardo)
Gangsta no facade (Facade)
She just fishin' for that rod (That rod)
Know I got that work she tryna blow me on the job (That B.J.)
She got that water like a cod (Water water)
Bitch I got that Tartar (Tartar)
I was in the trenches got no money had to barter (Barter)
Butter butter fingers I'm a drop you like I'm Tiki (Fumble)
Put it on her forehead I need more head call her Ri Ri (Ri Ri)
Baby call me Drizzy
Nothin' was the same (Yea yea yea)
I don't play no games she get excited bout the fame (Excited bout the fame)
I'm a call you out yo name if you talk about my people (Talk about my people)
Ol' school he gon pull up on you pull off in a Regal (Pull off in a Regal)
Smokin' like it's legal take you higher than a crane (Yea yea yea)
Powers like I'm Aang
I'm sippin' purple purple rain (Purple rain yea)
She said she hate my Momma
I'm a son of a bitch yea (I'm a son of a bitch yea)
I said I hate the drama (I said I hate the drama)
But I'm callin' her friends yea (But I'm callin' her friends yea)
If that love it came too easy then we wouldn't do it (Then we wouldn't do it)
F*ck that lick it came too easy then I wouldn't do it
Ten toes down I'm a sniper (I'm a sniper)
She cheated on her nigga I can't wife her (I can't wife her)
That pussy turn a humble to a lifer (To a lifer)
Trickin' yo position for a liar (Why you trickin')
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She said she hate my Momma
I'm a son of a bitch yea
I said I hate the drama
But I'm callin' her friends yea
If that love it came too easy then we wouldn't do it
F*ck that lick it came too easy then I wouldn't do it
Ten toes down I'm a sniper (I'm a sniper)
She cheated on her nigga I can't wife her
That pussy turn a humble to a lifer (To a lifer)
Trickin' yo position for a liar (Why you trickin')
I'm always ready (Ready)
Call me when you ready (I'm ready)
Know yuh nigga cheatin' and your heart is kind a heavy (It's gettin' Heavy)
She ride me like a Chevy (Chevy)
I ain't got no car doe (Got no car doe)
Pull up on a player give you beats just like I'm Cardo (Just like I'm Cardo)
Gangsta no facade (Facade)
She just fishin' for that rod (That rod)
Know I got that work she tryna blow me on the job (That B.J.)
She got that water like a cod (Water water)
Bitch I got that Tartar (Tartar)
I was in the trenches got no money had to barter (Barter)
Butter butter fingers I'm a drop you like I'm Tiki (Fumble)
Put it on her forehead I need more head call her Ri Ri (Ri Ri)
Baby call me Drizzy
Nothin' was the same (Yea yea yea)
I don't play no games she get excited bout the fame (Excited bout the fame)
I'm a call you out yo name if you talk about my people (Talk about my people)
Ol' school he gon pull up on you pull off in a Regal (Pull off in a Regal)
Smokin' like it's legal take you higher than a crane (Yea yea yea)
Powers like I'm Aang
I'm sippin' purple purple rain (Purple rain yea)
She said she hate my Momma
I'm a son of a bitch yea (I'm a son of a bitch yea)
I said I hate the drama (I said I hate the drama)
But I'm callin' her friends yea (But I'm callin' her friends yea)
If that love it came too easy then we wouldn't do it (Then we wouldn't do it)
F*ck that lick it came too easy then I wouldn't do it
Ten toes down I'm a sniper (I'm a sniper)
She cheated on her nigga I can't wife her (I can't wife her)
That pussy turn a humble to a lifer (To a lifer)
Trickin' yo position for a liar (Why you trickin')
I'm a son of a bitch yea
I said I hate the drama
But I'm callin' her friends yea
If that love it came too easy then we wouldn't do it
F*ck that lick it came too easy then I wouldn't do it
Ten toes down I'm a sniper (I'm a sniper)
She cheated on her nigga I can't wife her
That pussy turn a humble to a lifer (To a lifer)
Trickin' yo position for a liar (Why you trickin')
I'm always ready (Ready)
Call me when you ready (I'm ready)
Know yuh nigga cheatin' and your heart is kind a heavy (It's gettin' Heavy)
She ride me like a Chevy (Chevy)
I ain't got no car doe (Got no car doe)
Pull up on a player give you beats just like I'm Cardo (Just like I'm Cardo)
Gangsta no facade (Facade)
She just fishin' for that rod (That rod)
Know I got that work she tryna blow me on the job (That B.J.)
She got that water like a cod (Water water)
Bitch I got that Tartar (Tartar)
I was in the trenches got no money had to barter (Barter)
Butter butter fingers I'm a drop you like I'm Tiki (Fumble)
Put it on her forehead I need more head call her Ri Ri (Ri Ri)
Baby call me Drizzy
Nothin' was the same (Yea yea yea)
I don't play no games she get excited bout the fame (Excited bout the fame)
I'm a call you out yo name if you talk about my people (Talk about my people)
Ol' school he gon pull up on you pull off in a Regal (Pull off in a Regal)
Smokin' like it's legal take you higher than a crane (Yea yea yea)
Powers like I'm Aang
I'm sippin' purple purple rain (Purple rain yea)
She said she hate my Momma
I'm a son of a bitch yea (I'm a son of a bitch yea)
I said I hate the drama (I said I hate the drama)
But I'm callin' her friends yea (But I'm callin' her friends yea)
If that love it came too easy then we wouldn't do it (Then we wouldn't do it)
F*ck that lick it came too easy then I wouldn't do it
Ten toes down I'm a sniper (I'm a sniper)
She cheated on her nigga I can't wife her (I can't wife her)
That pussy turn a humble to a lifer (To a lifer)
Trickin' yo position for a liar (Why you trickin')
Writer: Jeffrey Bellamy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid