484, ayy, I just f*cked your ho
(I just f*cked your bitch)
I bend that bitch over
She on her tip toes and I fed her some more
I'm high like Soul Plane
My niggas got no names
When it come to the shit
Yea we really with the shit
And we don't play no games
Talking that drama
You get flipped like Kadama
I'm smoking that Lava
I feel like your father
I feel like a monster
I'm fly like a bomber
You not no Osama
Should follow your dharma
Stupid headass, no intellect
Bitch I rolled up like Michelin
Just for the dividends
Getting the chickens and boy you a simpleton
Your chick say you a minute man
Yea
Chick said you minute man
Mister NeedABag, yea I'm the middle man
I don't need to brag, yea I just get it man
I've been popping tags, pouring up lean again
I was blind but a nigga can see again
Hit the cough for two days I can breathe again
Told my bitch now I could never cheat again
She too bad and she help me get dividends
484, I just f*cked your ho
I bend that bitch over
She on her tip toes and I fed her some more
I'm high like Soul Plane
My niggas got no names
When it come to the shit
Yea we really with the shit
And we don't play no games
No games but this shit chips
No World War 3, I'm a vet
So Icey, marijuana fresh
Number four but a nigga stay blessed
Had to go a little harder, I'm next
Then I throw you in the garbage with the rest
And I might just put a vest on my chest
Stack your bread then lay low and invest
484 (feat. Sweet Meek) Video (MV)
Performed By: Slimneedabag
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Andru Bromfield, Benjamin Stone
Slimneedabag - 484 (feat. Sweet Meek) Lyrics
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484, ayy, I just f*cked your ho
(I just f*cked your bitch)
I bend that bitch over
She on her tip toes and I fed her some more
I'm high like Soul Plane
My niggas got no names
When it come to the shit
Yea we really with the shit
And we don't play no games
Talking that drama
You get flipped like Kadama
I'm smoking that Lava
I feel like your father
I feel like a monster
I'm fly like a bomber
You not no Osama
Should follow your dharma
Stupid headass, no intellect
Bitch I rolled up like Michelin
Just for the dividends
Getting the chickens and boy you a simpleton
Your chick say you a minute man
Yea
Chick said you minute man
Mister NeedABag, yea I'm the middle man
I don't need to brag, yea I just get it man
I've been popping tags, pouring up lean again
I was blind but a nigga can see again
Hit the cough for two days I can breathe again
Told my bitch now I could never cheat again
She too bad and she help me get dividends
484, I just f*cked your ho
I bend that bitch over
She on her tip toes and I fed her some more
I'm high like Soul Plane
My niggas got no names
When it come to the shit
Yea we really with the shit
And we don't play no games
No games but this shit chips
No World War 3, I'm a vet
So Icey, marijuana fresh
Number four but a nigga stay blessed
Had to go a little harder, I'm next
Then I throw you in the garbage with the rest
And I might just put a vest on my chest
Stack your bread then lay low and invest
(I just f*cked your bitch)
I bend that bitch over
She on her tip toes and I fed her some more
I'm high like Soul Plane
My niggas got no names
When it come to the shit
Yea we really with the shit
And we don't play no games
Talking that drama
You get flipped like Kadama
I'm smoking that Lava
I feel like your father
I feel like a monster
I'm fly like a bomber
You not no Osama
Should follow your dharma
Stupid headass, no intellect
Bitch I rolled up like Michelin
Just for the dividends
Getting the chickens and boy you a simpleton
Your chick say you a minute man
Yea
Chick said you minute man
Mister NeedABag, yea I'm the middle man
I don't need to brag, yea I just get it man
I've been popping tags, pouring up lean again
I was blind but a nigga can see again
Hit the cough for two days I can breathe again
Told my bitch now I could never cheat again
She too bad and she help me get dividends
484, I just f*cked your ho
I bend that bitch over
She on her tip toes and I fed her some more
I'm high like Soul Plane
My niggas got no names
When it come to the shit
Yea we really with the shit
And we don't play no games
No games but this shit chips
No World War 3, I'm a vet
So Icey, marijuana fresh
Number four but a nigga stay blessed
Had to go a little harder, I'm next
Then I throw you in the garbage with the rest
And I might just put a vest on my chest
Stack your bread then lay low and invest
Writer: Andru Bromfield, Benjamin Stone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid