If she ain't a bad bitch then that hoe boring
She suckin on my dick riden in my foreign
Niggas talkin shit cuz they can't afford it
I just put her ass to sleep got this bitch snoring
Woke her up skeet on her face Cuz this bitch a sloar an
She got on my shoes f*cked up my Jordan's
I put her on her Feet lead to the door an
I put that bitch out an started recording
U Betta get that shit right when u talkin to me
No room for mistakes when u f*ckin wit me niggas all on the net
Like they f*ck in wit me in real life
They be plotting on how they gone get me but u kno
I ain't slipping on a Bitch Nigga I got a 9 an a drake in my whip
Uhh drizzy bouta let this bitch rip 76.2 knock yo tummy off yo hips amputate
That bitch take you out yo Shit. He thought shit was sweet
Cuz he never see me out but always hear me on a beat
Cuz I'm a Lowkey nigga but I be all through the D Nigga slide down my block
You see my Beamer on the street
U in that same ass whip that u had in 12 grade that yo daddy gave you
How tf was niggas raised i den cashed
Quite a Few a Porsche Truck and Benz nigga
I was in a Benz wit B talkin bins
Old niggas pretend like they f*ckin wit me
Be all on a nigga dick but talkin slick when
I leave shit I prolly f*cked his daughter shit I prolly f*cked his niece yea
I prolly hit his wife or i could've smashed his freak
Don't give a f*ck what it was nigga Do somethin to me
Shit I'm Ready for whatever if I die then rest in piece
Make sure u label me a G from 7 mile an Arch D even when I'm dead
An gone these old niggas can't compete
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
Veeno Marine - Ghetto Gospel Lyrics
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If she ain't a bad bitch then that hoe boring
She suckin on my dick riden in my foreign
Niggas talkin shit cuz they can't afford it
I just put her ass to sleep got this bitch snoring
Woke her up skeet on her face Cuz this bitch a sloar an
She got on my shoes f*cked up my Jordan's
I put her on her Feet lead to the door an
I put that bitch out an started recording
U Betta get that shit right when u talkin to me
No room for mistakes when u f*ckin wit me niggas all on the net
Like they f*ck in wit me in real life
They be plotting on how they gone get me but u kno
I ain't slipping on a Bitch Nigga I got a 9 an a drake in my whip
Uhh drizzy bouta let this bitch rip 76.2 knock yo tummy off yo hips amputate
That bitch take you out yo Shit. He thought shit was sweet
Cuz he never see me out but always hear me on a beat
Cuz I'm a Lowkey nigga but I be all through the D Nigga slide down my block
You see my Beamer on the street
U in that same ass whip that u had in 12 grade that yo daddy gave you
How tf was niggas raised i den cashed
Quite a Few a Porsche Truck and Benz nigga
I was in a Benz wit B talkin bins
Old niggas pretend like they f*ckin wit me
Be all on a nigga dick but talkin slick when
I leave shit I prolly f*cked his daughter shit I prolly f*cked his niece yea
I prolly hit his wife or i could've smashed his freak
Don't give a f*ck what it was nigga Do somethin to me
Shit I'm Ready for whatever if I die then rest in piece
Make sure u label me a G from 7 mile an Arch D even when I'm dead
An gone these old niggas can't compete
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
She suckin on my dick riden in my foreign
Niggas talkin shit cuz they can't afford it
I just put her ass to sleep got this bitch snoring
Woke her up skeet on her face Cuz this bitch a sloar an
She got on my shoes f*cked up my Jordan's
I put her on her Feet lead to the door an
I put that bitch out an started recording
U Betta get that shit right when u talkin to me
No room for mistakes when u f*ckin wit me niggas all on the net
Like they f*ck in wit me in real life
They be plotting on how they gone get me but u kno
I ain't slipping on a Bitch Nigga I got a 9 an a drake in my whip
Uhh drizzy bouta let this bitch rip 76.2 knock yo tummy off yo hips amputate
That bitch take you out yo Shit. He thought shit was sweet
Cuz he never see me out but always hear me on a beat
Cuz I'm a Lowkey nigga but I be all through the D Nigga slide down my block
You see my Beamer on the street
U in that same ass whip that u had in 12 grade that yo daddy gave you
How tf was niggas raised i den cashed
Quite a Few a Porsche Truck and Benz nigga
I was in a Benz wit B talkin bins
Old niggas pretend like they f*ckin wit me
Be all on a nigga dick but talkin slick when
I leave shit I prolly f*cked his daughter shit I prolly f*cked his niece yea
I prolly hit his wife or i could've smashed his freak
Don't give a f*ck what it was nigga Do somethin to me
Shit I'm Ready for whatever if I die then rest in piece
Make sure u label me a G from 7 mile an Arch D even when I'm dead
An gone these old niggas can't compete
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
Pour out some Dom P
Bury me In Some Balmain jeans a Stop Snitchin tee an Nine wit the beam
Bury me a G nothin more nothin less
When I get where I'm goin a nigga gotta be fresh
Writer: Alan Brinkley
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