Brought my bitch a brand new bag, Alexand McQueen her feet
What she want, she gotta have, take her shopping every week
I don't hug, just smack her ass, let her know it's time for D
Bend her over, arch her back, f*ck her to some odyssey
Rick Owens attire , told my bitch, ain't no more fashion nova
I'm tryna get higher where the X, I told her, pass it over
Baby, what you tired for, I told you, bring that ass right over
She said she in love, and the way that I f*ck her, give her closure
She wanna get closer, I can tell the way she feel inside
If you play that Bonnie role, baby, I can be the Clyde
And lil shawty bang the set, she be throwin' up the 5
Wetter than a slip and slide, and she let me come inside
Speeding in a S.R.T , feel like I'm in Lightning McQueen
Mike Amiri be the jeans, and Im rocking my McQueens
My bitch bad, she McQueen, but I don't do wedding rings
Woke up, thought that I was broke, realized it was just a dream
No I will not stress a bitch, this money cost me enough work
Last bitch, she ain't have no ass, but on the dick, still made it twerk
I just popped a X, lil bitch, I'm booted, I don't do no perks
Killed the pussy, dead weight, she woke up inside a hearse
Me and my bitch just alike, that be my lil' mini-me
We'll take a nigga bitch, and add her to the winning team
Shorty ass so fat, I can tell she eat a collard green
And bitch, I'm all about my stack that's the reason why she follow me
Brought my bitch a brand new bag, alexand McQueen her feet,
What she want she gotta have, take her shopping every week
I don't hug, just smack her ass, let her know it's time for D
Bend her over, arch her back, f*ck her to some Odyssey
Rick Owens attire, told my bitch, ain't no more fashion nova
I'm tryna get higher where the X, I told her pass it over
Baby what you tired for? I told you, bring that ass right over
She said she in love and the way that I f*ck her, give her closure
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Brought my bitch a brand new bag, Alexand McQueen her feet
What she want, she gotta have, take her shopping every week
I don't hug, just smack her ass, let her know it's time for D
Bend her over, arch her back, f*ck her to some odyssey
Rick Owens attire , told my bitch, ain't no more fashion nova
I'm tryna get higher where the X, I told her, pass it over
Baby, what you tired for, I told you, bring that ass right over
She said she in love, and the way that I f*ck her, give her closure
She wanna get closer, I can tell the way she feel inside
If you play that Bonnie role, baby, I can be the Clyde
And lil shawty bang the set, she be throwin' up the 5
Wetter than a slip and slide, and she let me come inside
Speeding in a S.R.T , feel like I'm in Lightning McQueen
Mike Amiri be the jeans, and Im rocking my McQueens
My bitch bad, she McQueen, but I don't do wedding rings
Woke up, thought that I was broke, realized it was just a dream
No I will not stress a bitch, this money cost me enough work
Last bitch, she ain't have no ass, but on the dick, still made it twerk
I just popped a X, lil bitch, I'm booted, I don't do no perks
Killed the pussy, dead weight, she woke up inside a hearse
Me and my bitch just alike, that be my lil' mini-me
We'll take a nigga bitch, and add her to the winning team
Shorty ass so fat, I can tell she eat a collard green
And bitch, I'm all about my stack that's the reason why she follow me
Brought my bitch a brand new bag, alexand McQueen her feet,
What she want she gotta have, take her shopping every week
I don't hug, just smack her ass, let her know it's time for D
Bend her over, arch her back, f*ck her to some Odyssey
Rick Owens attire, told my bitch, ain't no more fashion nova
I'm tryna get higher where the X, I told her pass it over
Baby what you tired for? I told you, bring that ass right over
She said she in love and the way that I f*ck her, give her closure
What she want, she gotta have, take her shopping every week
I don't hug, just smack her ass, let her know it's time for D
Bend her over, arch her back, f*ck her to some odyssey
Rick Owens attire , told my bitch, ain't no more fashion nova
I'm tryna get higher where the X, I told her, pass it over
Baby, what you tired for, I told you, bring that ass right over
She said she in love, and the way that I f*ck her, give her closure
She wanna get closer, I can tell the way she feel inside
If you play that Bonnie role, baby, I can be the Clyde
And lil shawty bang the set, she be throwin' up the 5
Wetter than a slip and slide, and she let me come inside
Speeding in a S.R.T , feel like I'm in Lightning McQueen
Mike Amiri be the jeans, and Im rocking my McQueens
My bitch bad, she McQueen, but I don't do wedding rings
Woke up, thought that I was broke, realized it was just a dream
No I will not stress a bitch, this money cost me enough work
Last bitch, she ain't have no ass, but on the dick, still made it twerk
I just popped a X, lil bitch, I'm booted, I don't do no perks
Killed the pussy, dead weight, she woke up inside a hearse
Me and my bitch just alike, that be my lil' mini-me
We'll take a nigga bitch, and add her to the winning team
Shorty ass so fat, I can tell she eat a collard green
And bitch, I'm all about my stack that's the reason why she follow me
Brought my bitch a brand new bag, alexand McQueen her feet,
What she want she gotta have, take her shopping every week
I don't hug, just smack her ass, let her know it's time for D
Bend her over, arch her back, f*ck her to some Odyssey
Rick Owens attire, told my bitch, ain't no more fashion nova
I'm tryna get higher where the X, I told her pass it over
Baby what you tired for? I told you, bring that ass right over
She said she in love and the way that I f*ck her, give her closure
Writer: Marriel Causey
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