Chad Watson - She Don't Eff Wit Rappers Lyrics

Shoot my shot fuh the deep throat
And bet I hit like a free throw
Ha ha ha blood, f*ck im sayin
I aint playin, on her knees but aint prayin
Who ain't pop bottles in the club wit top models may swallow for a thug
She likes me but she dont eff wit rappers
She likes me but don't eff wit rappers
My real close Niggas all swear by the gang sign
And if ya can't tell then they ain't mine...
She likes me but she don't eff wit rappers, she likes me but she don't eff wit rappers
Shorty got her own, tho she not alone
Didnt ask for help even when she bought her phone
I put salt on her body it was time to shot patron she the coldest one I hit but she make the hottest song
She put you under spells like a harry potter clone and will find you every time cause your hiding spot is home
The type that I like is the type you spend on
Tell that nigga that you wit to get back inside the friend zone
Touchdown chad who you depend on so he gets a dead end while I get the end zone
Juice with with the gang cause they want what I do
Family to me is just more people to lie to
All i gotta do is put my mind to the Shyt
Cancel out my ex I put a line thru that bitch
And I like all my s's wit two lines thru them shyts everybody tryna f*ck it but I'm fine yea I'm fine
And who aint pop bottles in the club wit top models may swallow for a thug
She likes me but she dont eff wit rappers
She likes me but she dont eff wit rappers
My real close niggas all swear by the gang sign and if ya can't tell then they aint mine
She likes me but she don't eff wit rappers she likes me but she don't eff wit rappers
Fiji water ice & a chilled champagne wit Tree presidential like a clinton campaign your sign is Libra
Mine is keep out, insides a believer
But bring the freak out
Holdin bread cause ya paydAy is still a week out sweetheart order in I don't eat out
Back back in the days we used to sneak out the house
Hold the keys when bouta leave out shoot my shot fuh the deep throat bet I hit like a free throw ha ha ha blood
F*ck im sayin I aint playin on her knees but ain't prayin
All I gotta do is put my mind to the Shyt cancel out my ex I put a line thru that bitch
And I like all my s's wit two lines thru them shyts everybody tryna f*ck it but I'm fine yea I'm fine
Who aint pop bottles in the club, wit top models may swallow for a thug
But she likes me but she dont eff wit rappers
My real close Niggas all swear by the gang sign
And if ya can't tell then they ain't mine
She likes me but she don't eff wit rappers she likes me but she don't eff wit
Shoot my shot fuh the deep throat
And bet I hit like a free throw
Ha ha ha blood f*ck im sayin I aint playin on her knees but ain't praying