Aye
Walk in the club with the digits
OH MY GOD! I'm ignant
Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it
Baby you know that I been in it
Yeah I been with it
Catch me in a minute
Go an get the pack just to flip it
Tip-Toeing in my Pippins
Now the devil missin
Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin
Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it
Hung em in the kitchen
(Heard they Fergie on the beat)
(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)
He's always had a bad attitude
Aye
Put the work in
Shawty get to twerkin for the Birkin
Bag
But she a pain in my ass
Run through the bands, put a pain in my tags
Aye,
Yeah I'm gone in a flash
Ouu
Catch a glimpse of my Rafs
Aye, Ouu
Look at that rat
Look at these raps, All fact, No cap
I'm so
Piped up got the bag in the wagon coupe
This you can't imagine, I'll just sit back an act a fool
I ain't ever lackin I got Macky to keep the tool
Everybody slackin I call Fergie to up the shoot
No cut
Feelin like i'm Melly where the city girl butts uh
No celly i'm a pretty big mutt
In a house with the dogs, and the fleas, and the sluts
Aye
Walk in the club with the digits
OH MY GOD! I'm ignant
Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it
Baby you know that I been in it
Yeah I been with it
Catch me in a minute
Go an get the pack just to flip it
Tip-Toeing in my Pippins
Now the devil missin
Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin
Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it
Hung em in the kitchen
(Heard they Fergie on the beat)
(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)
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Aye
Walk in the club with the digits
OH MY GOD! I'm ignant
Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it
Baby you know that I been in it
Yeah I been with it
Catch me in a minute
Go an get the pack just to flip it
Tip-Toeing in my Pippins
Now the devil missin
Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin
Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it
Hung em in the kitchen
(Heard they Fergie on the beat)
(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)
He's always had a bad attitude
Aye
Put the work in
Shawty get to twerkin for the Birkin
Bag
But she a pain in my ass
Run through the bands, put a pain in my tags
Aye,
Yeah I'm gone in a flash
Ouu
Catch a glimpse of my Rafs
Aye, Ouu
Look at that rat
Look at these raps, All fact, No cap
I'm so
Piped up got the bag in the wagon coupe
This you can't imagine, I'll just sit back an act a fool
I ain't ever lackin I got Macky to keep the tool
Everybody slackin I call Fergie to up the shoot
No cut
Feelin like i'm Melly where the city girl butts uh
No celly i'm a pretty big mutt
In a house with the dogs, and the fleas, and the sluts
Aye
Walk in the club with the digits
OH MY GOD! I'm ignant
Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it
Baby you know that I been in it
Yeah I been with it
Catch me in a minute
Go an get the pack just to flip it
Tip-Toeing in my Pippins
Now the devil missin
Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin
Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it
Hung em in the kitchen
(Heard they Fergie on the beat)
(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)
Walk in the club with the digits
OH MY GOD! I'm ignant
Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it
Baby you know that I been in it
Yeah I been with it
Catch me in a minute
Go an get the pack just to flip it
Tip-Toeing in my Pippins
Now the devil missin
Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin
Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it
Hung em in the kitchen
(Heard they Fergie on the beat)
(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)
He's always had a bad attitude
Aye
Put the work in
Shawty get to twerkin for the Birkin
Bag
But she a pain in my ass
Run through the bands, put a pain in my tags
Aye,
Yeah I'm gone in a flash
Ouu
Catch a glimpse of my Rafs
Aye, Ouu
Look at that rat
Look at these raps, All fact, No cap
I'm so
Piped up got the bag in the wagon coupe
This you can't imagine, I'll just sit back an act a fool
I ain't ever lackin I got Macky to keep the tool
Everybody slackin I call Fergie to up the shoot
No cut
Feelin like i'm Melly where the city girl butts uh
No celly i'm a pretty big mutt
In a house with the dogs, and the fleas, and the sluts
Aye
Walk in the club with the digits
OH MY GOD! I'm ignant
Look at my sauce, yeah I drip it
Baby you know that I been in it
Yeah I been with it
Catch me in a minute
Go an get the pack just to flip it
Tip-Toeing in my Pippins
Now the devil missin
Lookin at the clock boy it's tickin
Lookin for ya pocket boy I picked it
Hung em in the kitchen
(Heard they Fergie on the beat)
(Know that I been servin work, swervin in the streets uh)
Writer: Gavin Bordelon
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