My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Moons out so we goin harder
Bitches in the club showin'
Teeters not totters
These bitches praise me
Like my name is allah
Asked her how much do u want
She said all of
I got that cash and
You can't get a dollar
Bitch I ain't dumb just
Cause I ain't a scholar
I took his lil bitch
Made him cry to his mama
Now he wanna fight
Then he ran cause I'm taller
On top of that
She told you smaller
Every time
She come to me she be dolled up
She pullup on you with
No makeup and jamas
We be in my bed
Makin movies no oscars
You wear the pants
But she take off my boxers
Meat out the shell
I ain't talkin bout lobster
Sauce on ya hoe and
I spread it like pasta
Feed on her bottom
Then she gotta top us
My name ain't Murphy but
She call me papa
I make her holla my pino
A poppa
She love my chocolate balls Whoppers
She gonna slop us
Lux and Big Flacco
Wazzam
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Sunlight is back
I hit the crib like I'm Drac
Im dressed in all black
Like I jack
I need a Mac
I'm tired of this knife
That I got in my bag
I don't wanna have to slash
Bangity bang
Aim at his torso
Damn, I got blood
On my new clothes
Thank God I ain't aim
At his fruit bowl
Then I woulda got blood
On my boo clothes
Makin it rain
She thicker than glucose
We hit the Yo
With a few hoes
Damn Flacco
Your eyes is too low
Bitch I got that pack
And I do smoke
YoungBoy sippin juice
Ima bandit
I elevated now I cannot land
It
I elevated now I cannot land
It
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
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My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Moons out so we goin harder
Bitches in the club showin'
Teeters not totters
These bitches praise me
Like my name is allah
Asked her how much do u want
She said all of
I got that cash and
You can't get a dollar
Bitch I ain't dumb just
Cause I ain't a scholar
I took his lil bitch
Made him cry to his mama
Now he wanna fight
Then he ran cause I'm taller
On top of that
She told you smaller
Every time
She come to me she be dolled up
She pullup on you with
No makeup and jamas
We be in my bed
Makin movies no oscars
You wear the pants
But she take off my boxers
Meat out the shell
I ain't talkin bout lobster
Sauce on ya hoe and
I spread it like pasta
Feed on her bottom
Then she gotta top us
My name ain't Murphy but
She call me papa
I make her holla my pino
A poppa
She love my chocolate balls Whoppers
She gonna slop us
Lux and Big Flacco
Wazzam
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Sunlight is back
I hit the crib like I'm Drac
Im dressed in all black
Like I jack
I need a Mac
I'm tired of this knife
That I got in my bag
I don't wanna have to slash
Bangity bang
Aim at his torso
Damn, I got blood
On my new clothes
Thank God I ain't aim
At his fruit bowl
Then I woulda got blood
On my boo clothes
Makin it rain
She thicker than glucose
We hit the Yo
With a few hoes
Damn Flacco
Your eyes is too low
Bitch I got that pack
And I do smoke
YoungBoy sippin juice
Ima bandit
I elevated now I cannot land
It
I elevated now I cannot land
It
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Moons out so we goin harder
Bitches in the club showin'
Teeters not totters
These bitches praise me
Like my name is allah
Asked her how much do u want
She said all of
I got that cash and
You can't get a dollar
Bitch I ain't dumb just
Cause I ain't a scholar
I took his lil bitch
Made him cry to his mama
Now he wanna fight
Then he ran cause I'm taller
On top of that
She told you smaller
Every time
She come to me she be dolled up
She pullup on you with
No makeup and jamas
We be in my bed
Makin movies no oscars
You wear the pants
But she take off my boxers
Meat out the shell
I ain't talkin bout lobster
Sauce on ya hoe and
I spread it like pasta
Feed on her bottom
Then she gotta top us
My name ain't Murphy but
She call me papa
I make her holla my pino
A poppa
She love my chocolate balls Whoppers
She gonna slop us
Lux and Big Flacco
Wazzam
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Sunlight is back
I hit the crib like I'm Drac
Im dressed in all black
Like I jack
I need a Mac
I'm tired of this knife
That I got in my bag
I don't wanna have to slash
Bangity bang
Aim at his torso
Damn, I got blood
On my new clothes
Thank God I ain't aim
At his fruit bowl
Then I woulda got blood
On my boo clothes
Makin it rain
She thicker than glucose
We hit the Yo
With a few hoes
Damn Flacco
Your eyes is too low
Bitch I got that pack
And I do smoke
YoungBoy sippin juice
Ima bandit
I elevated now I cannot land
It
I elevated now I cannot land
It
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
My bitch wanna Birkin
And my momma want a new house
That's why I been workin
Every night, I'm making moves now
I know it ain't perfect
But I'm tryna make a new route
I'm like a surgeon
In the cut, that's what I do now
Writer: zachary robertson
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