Brian!
She got her hoodie tight like $not, swear to got she a baddie
Got saint laurent up on her shoes, that b#tch calling me daddy
And i’m gon’ count up my cheques, and vvs on my neck
{?} f#cked on my deck, and i’m like “bro what the heck?”
She got her hoodie tight like $not, swear to got she a baddie
Got saint laurent up on her shoes, that b#tch calling me daddy
And i’m gon’ count up my cheques, and vvs on my neck
{?} f#cked on my deck, and i’m like “bro what the heck?”
Tokyo drift, on your b#tch, she want f#ck me for my drip
This ain’t a skit, boy you {?}, call me on her p#ss# lips
Don’t givе a f#ck, she said that i’m toxic i got no luck
You want static, grab the k, i’ma show them boys what’s up
And i’m likе ay, that b#tch hella fine, go tell her hey
What’s up today, that b#tch from the bay i hit the strip she wanna stay
Told her hop up in the benz, she said okay
What’s the deal, i’ma {?} today
She so toxic, she all about me, and her money
She getting {?} my comments, b#tch is calling me honey
But i told her i can’t stop it so i laugh ’cause it’s funny
And i don’t care ’bout these b#tches, ’cause my girl my lil’ bunny
She got that dark hair, bangs down, looking like a vampire
Posted with the strap, my b#tch she stepping with that strap fire
Boss lil’ b#tch around me, f#ck these bum hoes
Thots in my mansions, i gotta go bro, ’cause she got that
She got her hoodie tight like $not, swear to got she a baddie
Got saint laurent up on her shoes, that b#tch calling me daddy
And i’m gon’ count up my cheques, and vvs on my neck
{?} f#cked on my deck, and i’m like “bro what the heck?”
She got her hoodie tight like $not, swear to got she a baddie
Got saint laurent up on her shoes, that b#tch calling me daddy
And i’m gon’ count up my cheques, and vvs on my neck
{?} f#cked on my deck, and i’m like “bro what the heck?”
Like what the f#ck, {?} on my neck
She got them thick thighs, brown eyes, she ain’t living state side
Lil’ b#tch, i just hit on bases, run them base line
Okay, don’t know where you at b#tch, i can’t find you
Okay, yuh, swerving up in a coupe, ay
Pop a molly or two, ay
Damned to call you my boo, okay
What you tryna go do?
I’m home, i’m tryna roll with you
I’m going hanging out with my crew
Run around fast, maybe gon’ zoom
Like what the f#ck, these b#tches are the same no need of love, ay
b#tch you ain’t the one, see you ain’t no f#cking dub, ay
You just on some lame sh#t, all these hoes they basic
Get you off my mind, when i’m gone, when i’m wasted
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