Kick that bitch right to the curb, Concrete no Karahbooo
Petty bitch get on my nerves lil' hoe I don't even care for you
Flay as f*ck, parachute
Ain't tryna kick it, pair of shoes
Hoe you dress too terrible, I don't even care for you
Snakes up in the grass, you know you gotta be careful too
My foot up on the gas, hand on her ass I'm terrible
Them hoes been waiting in line, I say go ahead let them through
Them hoes can't waste my time, cause they gon' do what they gon' do
Yeah, and I'm doing me bitch
Yeah I'm John Cena you can't see me less the scene switch
Lil' baby wanna f*ck me but she acting like my seamstress
A nigga better not touch me or come in between this green shit
And you know I mean it, you niggas average mean it
Tell a bad bitch gon' bounce that ass, gon' bounce that ass
Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag
Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag
Shawty she gon' throw that ass on me she say I'm a real nigga
You know I got my mask on me, I turn it to a real hitter
I know they keeping tabs on me, cause your hoe like to steal nigga
I ain't even giving no daps out now cause most you rappers ain't real niggas
Fake drug addict, you ain't even popping real pills
Fake pint sipper, you ain't even got the real seal
Fake drug dealers, you ain't even make no real deals
Codeine killer, pour a couple and get a real heal
CM Punk, walking this bitch like a real hill
He get stomped, rock all yellow like this kill bill
Pop the trunk, up the pump if I spot you
You get dunked, on by us that's a alley-oop
Bitch, I'm from the ghetto, eating Nephew's and some Rally's too
Shorty got a fatty too, I know that we compatible
She knowing what's my sign, it's a S in two lines
Yeah it's always on my mind, dedicated to the grind
Shorty got her nails done, shorty got her rent paid
In the streets she is a boss in the bed she call me sensei
She ain't worried about her ex, that nigga lame, oh yeah he been played
I ain't worried about him neither, know I got the heater
Baby balling yeah she hot I shoot my shot Indiana Fever
You won't catch me on the block I'm in the spot counting up in a beater
Smoking good dope, give my baby good strokes
Me and my exes cool, we ended on a good note
Where I'm from you either know who poked or who got poked
Where I'm from you either know who smoked or who got smoked
Asking me where I'm from, nigga
F*ck where you from nigga?
Ain't no brother like me yeah I swear that I'm that one nigga
LordBlessTheFre$h - INDIANA FEVER (feat. Almighty Fo) Lyrics
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Kick that bitch right to the curb, Concrete no Karahbooo
Petty bitch get on my nerves lil' hoe I don't even care for you
Flay as f*ck, parachute
Ain't tryna kick it, pair of shoes
Hoe you dress too terrible, I don't even care for you
Snakes up in the grass, you know you gotta be careful too
My foot up on the gas, hand on her ass I'm terrible
Them hoes been waiting in line, I say go ahead let them through
Them hoes can't waste my time, cause they gon' do what they gon' do
Yeah, and I'm doing me bitch
Yeah I'm John Cena you can't see me less the scene switch
Lil' baby wanna f*ck me but she acting like my seamstress
A nigga better not touch me or come in between this green shit
And you know I mean it, you niggas average mean it
Tell a bad bitch gon' bounce that ass, gon' bounce that ass
Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag
Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag
Shawty she gon' throw that ass on me she say I'm a real nigga
You know I got my mask on me, I turn it to a real hitter
I know they keeping tabs on me, cause your hoe like to steal nigga
I ain't even giving no daps out now cause most you rappers ain't real niggas
Fake drug addict, you ain't even popping real pills
Fake pint sipper, you ain't even got the real seal
Fake drug dealers, you ain't even make no real deals
Codeine killer, pour a couple and get a real heal
CM Punk, walking this bitch like a real hill
He get stomped, rock all yellow like this kill bill
Pop the trunk, up the pump if I spot you
You get dunked, on by us that's a alley-oop
Bitch, I'm from the ghetto, eating Nephew's and some Rally's too
Shorty got a fatty too, I know that we compatible
She knowing what's my sign, it's a S in two lines
Yeah it's always on my mind, dedicated to the grind
Shorty got her nails done, shorty got her rent paid
In the streets she is a boss in the bed she call me sensei
She ain't worried about her ex, that nigga lame, oh yeah he been played
I ain't worried about him neither, know I got the heater
Baby balling yeah she hot I shoot my shot Indiana Fever
You won't catch me on the block I'm in the spot counting up in a beater
Smoking good dope, give my baby good strokes
Me and my exes cool, we ended on a good note
Where I'm from you either know who poked or who got poked
Where I'm from you either know who smoked or who got smoked
Asking me where I'm from, nigga
F*ck where you from nigga?
Ain't no brother like me yeah I swear that I'm that one nigga
Petty bitch get on my nerves lil' hoe I don't even care for you
Flay as f*ck, parachute
Ain't tryna kick it, pair of shoes
Hoe you dress too terrible, I don't even care for you
Snakes up in the grass, you know you gotta be careful too
My foot up on the gas, hand on her ass I'm terrible
Them hoes been waiting in line, I say go ahead let them through
Them hoes can't waste my time, cause they gon' do what they gon' do
Yeah, and I'm doing me bitch
Yeah I'm John Cena you can't see me less the scene switch
Lil' baby wanna f*ck me but she acting like my seamstress
A nigga better not touch me or come in between this green shit
And you know I mean it, you niggas average mean it
Tell a bad bitch gon' bounce that ass, gon' bounce that ass
Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag
Gon' bounce that ass if you sitting on a bag
Shawty she gon' throw that ass on me she say I'm a real nigga
You know I got my mask on me, I turn it to a real hitter
I know they keeping tabs on me, cause your hoe like to steal nigga
I ain't even giving no daps out now cause most you rappers ain't real niggas
Fake drug addict, you ain't even popping real pills
Fake pint sipper, you ain't even got the real seal
Fake drug dealers, you ain't even make no real deals
Codeine killer, pour a couple and get a real heal
CM Punk, walking this bitch like a real hill
He get stomped, rock all yellow like this kill bill
Pop the trunk, up the pump if I spot you
You get dunked, on by us that's a alley-oop
Bitch, I'm from the ghetto, eating Nephew's and some Rally's too
Shorty got a fatty too, I know that we compatible
She knowing what's my sign, it's a S in two lines
Yeah it's always on my mind, dedicated to the grind
Shorty got her nails done, shorty got her rent paid
In the streets she is a boss in the bed she call me sensei
She ain't worried about her ex, that nigga lame, oh yeah he been played
I ain't worried about him neither, know I got the heater
Baby balling yeah she hot I shoot my shot Indiana Fever
You won't catch me on the block I'm in the spot counting up in a beater
Smoking good dope, give my baby good strokes
Me and my exes cool, we ended on a good note
Where I'm from you either know who poked or who got poked
Where I'm from you either know who smoked or who got smoked
Asking me where I'm from, nigga
F*ck where you from nigga?
Ain't no brother like me yeah I swear that I'm that one nigga
Writer: F Glasper, T Clinton
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