Back in this bitch and they say that they proud
Get in the booth and start thinking out loud
I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud
F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out
Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch
Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche
Don't got to show you boys what I'm about
We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out
Nigga look me in my face when you talk to me
Poke yo chest out when you walk up to me
Cause if I see that yo ass is a whole bitch
I might have cuz and them rob yo whole team
Slide on yo bitch so ridiculous with it like Rob
I swear to god these boys corn on the cob
Passing these hoes like a motherf*cking lob
Go so damn hard cause this shit is my job
Hop on that ass like a motherf*ckin frog
Pocket rocket got it tucked in my draws
Don't f*ck with laws no matter the cause
He ain't gone do it he ain't got no balls
Yo bitch is not there cause she over here
I am not John she can't be my dear
Hit from the rear and then I disappear
Good gas so I can't even hear
Eyes low so I can't even see
That bitch in love cause she know I'm a G
Boy I swear to god you live and you learn
These bitches going they live and they burn
Ain't no fun if the bros can't have none
F*ck y'all Idol ain't taking no turns
She wants to f*ck we doing that verb
She gave me head so long ferb
F*cks with the slimes my niggas be balling
F*cks with the crips I might call Mally
We gone run it on yo hoe and yo mommy
I get some racks give it all to my Mammy
On my Grammy I don't need me a Grammy
I got yo bitch and she outta her panties
I'm In her cheeks like a nigga named Sandy
Feel like based savage and savage like Randy
I'm writing death notes handy dandy
Double cup I ain't sipping no brandy
Fumbled the pack and we stole dat boy Fanny
Late nights and she outta her jammies
She call me baby but she ain't my nanny
Cuz got the tool like he was a manny
F*ck how you feel bitch I'm trill just like Sammy
Back in this bitch and they say that they proud
Get in the booth and start thinking out loud
I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud
F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out
Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch
Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche
Don't got to show you boys what I'm about
We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out
Idol Ba$ed - Bring It Out Lyrics
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Back in this bitch and they say that they proud
Get in the booth and start thinking out loud
I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud
F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out
Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch
Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche
Don't got to show you boys what I'm about
We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out
Nigga look me in my face when you talk to me
Poke yo chest out when you walk up to me
Cause if I see that yo ass is a whole bitch
I might have cuz and them rob yo whole team
Slide on yo bitch so ridiculous with it like Rob
I swear to god these boys corn on the cob
Passing these hoes like a motherf*cking lob
Go so damn hard cause this shit is my job
Hop on that ass like a motherf*ckin frog
Pocket rocket got it tucked in my draws
Don't f*ck with laws no matter the cause
He ain't gone do it he ain't got no balls
Yo bitch is not there cause she over here
I am not John she can't be my dear
Hit from the rear and then I disappear
Good gas so I can't even hear
Eyes low so I can't even see
That bitch in love cause she know I'm a G
Boy I swear to god you live and you learn
These bitches going they live and they burn
Ain't no fun if the bros can't have none
F*ck y'all Idol ain't taking no turns
She wants to f*ck we doing that verb
She gave me head so long ferb
F*cks with the slimes my niggas be balling
F*cks with the crips I might call Mally
We gone run it on yo hoe and yo mommy
I get some racks give it all to my Mammy
On my Grammy I don't need me a Grammy
I got yo bitch and she outta her panties
I'm In her cheeks like a nigga named Sandy
Feel like based savage and savage like Randy
I'm writing death notes handy dandy
Double cup I ain't sipping no brandy
Fumbled the pack and we stole dat boy Fanny
Late nights and she outta her jammies
She call me baby but she ain't my nanny
Cuz got the tool like he was a manny
F*ck how you feel bitch I'm trill just like Sammy
Back in this bitch and they say that they proud
Get in the booth and start thinking out loud
I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud
F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out
Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch
Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche
Don't got to show you boys what I'm about
We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out
Get in the booth and start thinking out loud
I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud
F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out
Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch
Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche
Don't got to show you boys what I'm about
We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out
Nigga look me in my face when you talk to me
Poke yo chest out when you walk up to me
Cause if I see that yo ass is a whole bitch
I might have cuz and them rob yo whole team
Slide on yo bitch so ridiculous with it like Rob
I swear to god these boys corn on the cob
Passing these hoes like a motherf*cking lob
Go so damn hard cause this shit is my job
Hop on that ass like a motherf*ckin frog
Pocket rocket got it tucked in my draws
Don't f*ck with laws no matter the cause
He ain't gone do it he ain't got no balls
Yo bitch is not there cause she over here
I am not John she can't be my dear
Hit from the rear and then I disappear
Good gas so I can't even hear
Eyes low so I can't even see
That bitch in love cause she know I'm a G
Boy I swear to god you live and you learn
These bitches going they live and they burn
Ain't no fun if the bros can't have none
F*ck y'all Idol ain't taking no turns
She wants to f*ck we doing that verb
She gave me head so long ferb
F*cks with the slimes my niggas be balling
F*cks with the crips I might call Mally
We gone run it on yo hoe and yo mommy
I get some racks give it all to my Mammy
On my Grammy I don't need me a Grammy
I got yo bitch and she outta her panties
I'm In her cheeks like a nigga named Sandy
Feel like based savage and savage like Randy
I'm writing death notes handy dandy
Double cup I ain't sipping no brandy
Fumbled the pack and we stole dat boy Fanny
Late nights and she outta her jammies
She call me baby but she ain't my nanny
Cuz got the tool like he was a manny
F*ck how you feel bitch I'm trill just like Sammy
Back in this bitch and they say that they proud
Get in the booth and start thinking out loud
I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud
F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out
Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch
Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche
Don't got to show you boys what I'm about
We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out
Writer: Deionte Ganzy
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