She wanna be dripped in designer
But I Calvin Klein her
She got a big one behind her
But I never mind her
And when she call I decline her
You know it's late, I ain't tryna mate
Then I thought why not one night her
It beats stayin' home to masturbate
I brought the gas like a stank hoe
I fill her up like Texaco
She said "oh my gosh" (bitch what)
I ain't even flexin hoe
Soon as I smash I dash
You know I can never crash
She said "damn that was fast"
And I said "if you ain't finish first, then you're last"
Met these two twin bitties, they names rhyme just like a riddle (Riddle)
Imma get between em like I'm Malcolm in the Middle (In the Middle)
They wanna be my wifey, but I play em like a fiddle (Fiddle)
They told me I ain't shit, man that hurt me just a little
Cause I'm back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
Gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin')
Back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
I'm gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin', no way)
Nigga said I don't do enough
And name all the people I'm better than
Bitch I been ballin' since lettermans
I seent you lurkin, you been a fan
Don't think 'bout comin' for the kid again
Or we rush for your head like adrenaline
I heard a knock at the door
If they ain't no bitches don't let em in
If they is, then invite em in
As long as they don't make a peep
She poppin beans like a vitamin
Surprised her ass ain't go to sleep
Bitch I ain't a dentist, you can't get no Oral B
You said you a 10, but you look more like a 4 to me
Met these two twin bitties, they names rhyme like a riddle (Riddle)
Imma get between em like I'm Malcolm in the Middle (In the Middle)
They wanna be my wifey, but I play em like a fiddle (Fiddle)
They told me I ain't shit, man that hurt me just a little
Cause I'm back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
Gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin')
Back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
I'm gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin', no way)
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She wanna be dripped in designer
But I Calvin Klein her
She got a big one behind her
But I never mind her
And when she call I decline her
You know it's late, I ain't tryna mate
Then I thought why not one night her
It beats stayin' home to masturbate
I brought the gas like a stank hoe
I fill her up like Texaco
She said "oh my gosh" (bitch what)
I ain't even flexin hoe
Soon as I smash I dash
You know I can never crash
She said "damn that was fast"
And I said "if you ain't finish first, then you're last"
Met these two twin bitties, they names rhyme just like a riddle (Riddle)
Imma get between em like I'm Malcolm in the Middle (In the Middle)
They wanna be my wifey, but I play em like a fiddle (Fiddle)
They told me I ain't shit, man that hurt me just a little
Cause I'm back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
Gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin')
Back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
I'm gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin', no way)
Nigga said I don't do enough
And name all the people I'm better than
Bitch I been ballin' since lettermans
I seent you lurkin, you been a fan
Don't think 'bout comin' for the kid again
Or we rush for your head like adrenaline
I heard a knock at the door
If they ain't no bitches don't let em in
If they is, then invite em in
As long as they don't make a peep
She poppin beans like a vitamin
Surprised her ass ain't go to sleep
Bitch I ain't a dentist, you can't get no Oral B
You said you a 10, but you look more like a 4 to me
Met these two twin bitties, they names rhyme like a riddle (Riddle)
Imma get between em like I'm Malcolm in the Middle (In the Middle)
They wanna be my wifey, but I play em like a fiddle (Fiddle)
They told me I ain't shit, man that hurt me just a little
Cause I'm back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
Gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin')
Back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
I'm gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin', no way)
But I Calvin Klein her
She got a big one behind her
But I never mind her
And when she call I decline her
You know it's late, I ain't tryna mate
Then I thought why not one night her
It beats stayin' home to masturbate
I brought the gas like a stank hoe
I fill her up like Texaco
She said "oh my gosh" (bitch what)
I ain't even flexin hoe
Soon as I smash I dash
You know I can never crash
She said "damn that was fast"
And I said "if you ain't finish first, then you're last"
Met these two twin bitties, they names rhyme just like a riddle (Riddle)
Imma get between em like I'm Malcolm in the Middle (In the Middle)
They wanna be my wifey, but I play em like a fiddle (Fiddle)
They told me I ain't shit, man that hurt me just a little
Cause I'm back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
Gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin')
Back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
I'm gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin', no way)
Nigga said I don't do enough
And name all the people I'm better than
Bitch I been ballin' since lettermans
I seent you lurkin, you been a fan
Don't think 'bout comin' for the kid again
Or we rush for your head like adrenaline
I heard a knock at the door
If they ain't no bitches don't let em in
If they is, then invite em in
As long as they don't make a peep
She poppin beans like a vitamin
Surprised her ass ain't go to sleep
Bitch I ain't a dentist, you can't get no Oral B
You said you a 10, but you look more like a 4 to me
Met these two twin bitties, they names rhyme like a riddle (Riddle)
Imma get between em like I'm Malcolm in the Middle (In the Middle)
They wanna be my wifey, but I play em like a fiddle (Fiddle)
They told me I ain't shit, man that hurt me just a little
Cause I'm back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
Gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin')
Back up on this lonely road (I'm gassin')
Feel like I'm gonna blow (I'm blastin')
I'm gon watch my money grow (Stay cashin')
I'll take you to the rodeo (No cappin', no way)
Writer: JAMES LEEROY UNRUH, MICHAEL WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave