They call me sneezy
I'm f*ckin ur bitch
Wit my wieny
I wanna get rich
So I put it on tv
I bet you see me
All over your page
You in a rage
You wish you did it you didn't I been it
I boutta go get it
Im winnin
I'm winnin
I'm pimpin
I'm drippin
You know
Boutta cash out on a show
Need me a baddy lil bitty lil hoe
Take her to go
Pockets is filled with some dough
Talkin bout bread
Think that I'm telling a Joke
No she can't talk but she know how to choke
Sniffin the coke
Back In December
In love with the snow
She can't remember
Which way is her home
Which way is her home
Which way is her home
She can't remember
Which way is her home
Wanna ball out fosho
Ass titties and a bottle of o
If she don't like me it's outta the door
If she don't like me it's back to the road
Back to the streets
If we gon f*ck then we keep it discreet
Talking concrete
When we
Meet
And My dick is her seat
If she cheat
Then I leave
I don't hang round the evil
Lil bitches
They cheap
I F*ck and repeat
I Do it then leave
Ice is so shiny
I can't even see
Can someone remind me
Where my forgine be
Bugatti Ferrari I need me a deep
Dish rim bitch vintage
Stunabaker
Hold on ima make her
Rubber in backseat
Quickly
She been yellin f*ck me
Fix me
Hump me
Don't
Just don't dump me
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Ranged
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Bunch of little diamonds on my Wrist watch
Link up sink up f*ck talk
Did to much I need to go
Three four five
I lost my soul
Six five four
I'm on the floor
One two three
I need some more
I going back to the place that I Was get the gun
Out the motherf*ckin safe
With the drugs
Rush into the bank
I ain't leaving with nothin
F*ck what you think
Lil boy you a punk bitch
Move to quick
They ain't keepin up
Screwed his bitch
Now he mad asf
Bad lil homie yeah add it up
I f*cked her face till she had Enough
She in love with me
Cuz I'm bang on wit it
With my thing all in it
Got her mother f*ckin eyes
Like a chain saw spinnin
And I ain't gon finish
Till she beg me to finish
Tear that pink pretty tight lil Pussy diminished
I'm a son of a bitch
You can bank on it
Bank on it
I'm a son of a bitch
You can bank on it
Bank on it
Bunch of little diamond on my Wrist watch
Link up sink up f*ck talk
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged ranged
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
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They call me sneezy
I'm f*ckin ur bitch
Wit my wieny
I wanna get rich
So I put it on tv
I bet you see me
All over your page
You in a rage
You wish you did it you didn't I been it
I boutta go get it
Im winnin
I'm winnin
I'm pimpin
I'm drippin
You know
Boutta cash out on a show
Need me a baddy lil bitty lil hoe
Take her to go
Pockets is filled with some dough
Talkin bout bread
Think that I'm telling a Joke
No she can't talk but she know how to choke
Sniffin the coke
Back In December
In love with the snow
She can't remember
Which way is her home
Which way is her home
Which way is her home
She can't remember
Which way is her home
Wanna ball out fosho
Ass titties and a bottle of o
If she don't like me it's outta the door
If she don't like me it's back to the road
Back to the streets
If we gon f*ck then we keep it discreet
Talking concrete
When we
Meet
And My dick is her seat
If she cheat
Then I leave
I don't hang round the evil
Lil bitches
They cheap
I F*ck and repeat
I Do it then leave
Ice is so shiny
I can't even see
Can someone remind me
Where my forgine be
Bugatti Ferrari I need me a deep
Dish rim bitch vintage
Stunabaker
Hold on ima make her
Rubber in backseat
Quickly
She been yellin f*ck me
Fix me
Hump me
Don't
Just don't dump me
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Ranged
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Bunch of little diamonds on my Wrist watch
Link up sink up f*ck talk
Did to much I need to go
Three four five
I lost my soul
Six five four
I'm on the floor
One two three
I need some more
I going back to the place that I Was get the gun
Out the motherf*ckin safe
With the drugs
Rush into the bank
I ain't leaving with nothin
F*ck what you think
Lil boy you a punk bitch
Move to quick
They ain't keepin up
Screwed his bitch
Now he mad asf
Bad lil homie yeah add it up
I f*cked her face till she had Enough
She in love with me
Cuz I'm bang on wit it
With my thing all in it
Got her mother f*ckin eyes
Like a chain saw spinnin
And I ain't gon finish
Till she beg me to finish
Tear that pink pretty tight lil Pussy diminished
I'm a son of a bitch
You can bank on it
Bank on it
I'm a son of a bitch
You can bank on it
Bank on it
Bunch of little diamond on my Wrist watch
Link up sink up f*ck talk
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged ranged
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
I'm f*ckin ur bitch
Wit my wieny
I wanna get rich
So I put it on tv
I bet you see me
All over your page
You in a rage
You wish you did it you didn't I been it
I boutta go get it
Im winnin
I'm winnin
I'm pimpin
I'm drippin
You know
Boutta cash out on a show
Need me a baddy lil bitty lil hoe
Take her to go
Pockets is filled with some dough
Talkin bout bread
Think that I'm telling a Joke
No she can't talk but she know how to choke
Sniffin the coke
Back In December
In love with the snow
She can't remember
Which way is her home
Which way is her home
Which way is her home
She can't remember
Which way is her home
Wanna ball out fosho
Ass titties and a bottle of o
If she don't like me it's outta the door
If she don't like me it's back to the road
Back to the streets
If we gon f*ck then we keep it discreet
Talking concrete
When we
Meet
And My dick is her seat
If she cheat
Then I leave
I don't hang round the evil
Lil bitches
They cheap
I F*ck and repeat
I Do it then leave
Ice is so shiny
I can't even see
Can someone remind me
Where my forgine be
Bugatti Ferrari I need me a deep
Dish rim bitch vintage
Stunabaker
Hold on ima make her
Rubber in backseat
Quickly
She been yellin f*ck me
Fix me
Hump me
Don't
Just don't dump me
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Ranged
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Bunch of little diamonds on my Wrist watch
Link up sink up f*ck talk
Did to much I need to go
Three four five
I lost my soul
Six five four
I'm on the floor
One two three
I need some more
I going back to the place that I Was get the gun
Out the motherf*ckin safe
With the drugs
Rush into the bank
I ain't leaving with nothin
F*ck what you think
Lil boy you a punk bitch
Move to quick
They ain't keepin up
Screwed his bitch
Now he mad asf
Bad lil homie yeah add it up
I f*cked her face till she had Enough
She in love with me
Cuz I'm bang on wit it
With my thing all in it
Got her mother f*ckin eyes
Like a chain saw spinnin
And I ain't gon finish
Till she beg me to finish
Tear that pink pretty tight lil Pussy diminished
I'm a son of a bitch
You can bank on it
Bank on it
I'm a son of a bitch
You can bank on it
Bank on it
Bunch of little diamond on my Wrist watch
Link up sink up f*ck talk
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged ranged
I can't f*ckin feel a thang
Thang
My thoughts getting rearranged
Writer: Corey Symes
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