They gon' pretend to be your friend, I block these fakers like the tints of my window
And I ain't here for all the drama that they send, like a knife in your back
I ain't easy to get rid of
Yeah, I'm still getting singles from when I flip the medicine, that's all good, I let them mingle with the Benjamins
Spark that wood, I like to smoke one with my beverages Wish they would, tell me I can't smoke this shit
If I pay the whole brick, I'll smoke where I want, you can hold my dick if you think I'm wrong
Here take a hit, I swear it'll save you It's all love, we smokin' on maple
People ask me what I bring to the table Man, f*ck your table, I'll eat on the floor
I ain't really worried about none of you whores I ain't really worried about none of you hoe ass niggas
Actin' like Flo y'all some bitches, I swear that it shows
And I'm spittin' that fire, these niggas is liars put a stick to they nose, Pinocchio
Gotta stay on my toes, stay on my pivot Like, whoa, stay on goal, stay with the pole
Y'all niggas hoes, yeah, said that already, I know
Had to let them know twice Even though it goes without saying
These hoes basic Fat tip to the f*ckin' waitress
Especially cause I had no bill I know the chef all personally
He said I could go without paying
They gon' pretend to be your friend I block these fakers like the tints of my window
And I ain't here for all the drama that they send
Like a knife in your back, I ain't easy to get rid of
They fake, remember
They some pretenders I'm no money lender
Applyin' pressure, had to get my bread up
I don't pass this gas, cause one tap put you on your ass
Man, good luck tryin' to get up
Yeah, newest get up on me, on my body
Loui, yea, Lou Vuitton, write my wrongs
Nah, that would take too long
Rather hit my bong, hit the studio, then make a song
Bitch
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They gon' pretend to be your friend, I block these fakers like the tints of my window
And I ain't here for all the drama that they send, like a knife in your back
I ain't easy to get rid of
Yeah, I'm still getting singles from when I flip the medicine, that's all good, I let them mingle with the Benjamins
Spark that wood, I like to smoke one with my beverages Wish they would, tell me I can't smoke this shit
If I pay the whole brick, I'll smoke where I want, you can hold my dick if you think I'm wrong
Here take a hit, I swear it'll save you It's all love, we smokin' on maple
People ask me what I bring to the table Man, f*ck your table, I'll eat on the floor
I ain't really worried about none of you whores I ain't really worried about none of you hoe ass niggas
Actin' like Flo y'all some bitches, I swear that it shows
And I'm spittin' that fire, these niggas is liars put a stick to they nose, Pinocchio
Gotta stay on my toes, stay on my pivot Like, whoa, stay on goal, stay with the pole
Y'all niggas hoes, yeah, said that already, I know
Had to let them know twice Even though it goes without saying
These hoes basic Fat tip to the f*ckin' waitress
Especially cause I had no bill I know the chef all personally
He said I could go without paying
They gon' pretend to be your friend I block these fakers like the tints of my window
And I ain't here for all the drama that they send
Like a knife in your back, I ain't easy to get rid of
They fake, remember
They some pretenders I'm no money lender
Applyin' pressure, had to get my bread up
I don't pass this gas, cause one tap put you on your ass
Man, good luck tryin' to get up
Yeah, newest get up on me, on my body
Loui, yea, Lou Vuitton, write my wrongs
Nah, that would take too long
Rather hit my bong, hit the studio, then make a song
Bitch
And I ain't here for all the drama that they send, like a knife in your back
I ain't easy to get rid of
Yeah, I'm still getting singles from when I flip the medicine, that's all good, I let them mingle with the Benjamins
Spark that wood, I like to smoke one with my beverages Wish they would, tell me I can't smoke this shit
If I pay the whole brick, I'll smoke where I want, you can hold my dick if you think I'm wrong
Here take a hit, I swear it'll save you It's all love, we smokin' on maple
People ask me what I bring to the table Man, f*ck your table, I'll eat on the floor
I ain't really worried about none of you whores I ain't really worried about none of you hoe ass niggas
Actin' like Flo y'all some bitches, I swear that it shows
And I'm spittin' that fire, these niggas is liars put a stick to they nose, Pinocchio
Gotta stay on my toes, stay on my pivot Like, whoa, stay on goal, stay with the pole
Y'all niggas hoes, yeah, said that already, I know
Had to let them know twice Even though it goes without saying
These hoes basic Fat tip to the f*ckin' waitress
Especially cause I had no bill I know the chef all personally
He said I could go without paying
They gon' pretend to be your friend I block these fakers like the tints of my window
And I ain't here for all the drama that they send
Like a knife in your back, I ain't easy to get rid of
They fake, remember
They some pretenders I'm no money lender
Applyin' pressure, had to get my bread up
I don't pass this gas, cause one tap put you on your ass
Man, good luck tryin' to get up
Yeah, newest get up on me, on my body
Loui, yea, Lou Vuitton, write my wrongs
Nah, that would take too long
Rather hit my bong, hit the studio, then make a song
Bitch
Writer: john merlino
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid