I just pulled a flip like a pan cake
I don't want your bitch she got pan cakes
Like my women thick like selena
My bitch look like money have you seen her
Brainstorm raining on a bitch while she licking this
Bubblegum on her tongue cherry licorice
I'm from the hood and she love it
Cause when its go then it go ain't no patience or discussions
Love me but i can spot a fake
You talk behind my back
You smile in my face
Oh thats a no that ain't how we roll
In your hood no mask
Mafiosos at your door
This what it is f*ck what it ain't
Feeling like 50 on my way to the bank
I fed off all the negative energy that's been fueling me
Running over any and everything that's infront of me
Your girl calling your bitch is fine
But i won't even f*ck unless the bitch one of a kind
It ain't beef f*ck your b.m.
Your wife is a hoe
I got two slut cousins and she f*cked with them both
This pussy is gold
I won't let a hoe close no
She can't even eat the pussy through the clothes no
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
They been waiting on it
Got the heat for them
Pussy hella boring ugh i'ma
Fall asleep on her
I been in my bag mm St Nick
Baby i recall the days i used to dream about this
Candy apple red topless flex
Only finna sweat for the profit bet
And its always a square trying to hate
Mother f*cker know your place
You a f*cking picture frame
Ugh and your bitch trying to choose
She dont even mention you
Feeding off the juice
I ain't even amused
She got her hands down my pants
Asking about my tattoos
Told her bitch don't trip
And she told me i was rude
Ha only f*cks with a 10 no less
That ain't all in my mix
Porque no habla inglés
Murda valley ugh murdavalien
Got her riding on my face like a stallion
Ice on my wrist look like something you can snort
This a game but i don't keep score
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Nina Rossi - Swimmin' Lyrics
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I just pulled a flip like a pan cake
I don't want your bitch she got pan cakes
Like my women thick like selena
My bitch look like money have you seen her
Brainstorm raining on a bitch while she licking this
Bubblegum on her tongue cherry licorice
I'm from the hood and she love it
Cause when its go then it go ain't no patience or discussions
Love me but i can spot a fake
You talk behind my back
You smile in my face
Oh thats a no that ain't how we roll
In your hood no mask
Mafiosos at your door
This what it is f*ck what it ain't
Feeling like 50 on my way to the bank
I fed off all the negative energy that's been fueling me
Running over any and everything that's infront of me
Your girl calling your bitch is fine
But i won't even f*ck unless the bitch one of a kind
It ain't beef f*ck your b.m.
Your wife is a hoe
I got two slut cousins and she f*cked with them both
This pussy is gold
I won't let a hoe close no
She can't even eat the pussy through the clothes no
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
They been waiting on it
Got the heat for them
Pussy hella boring ugh i'ma
Fall asleep on her
I been in my bag mm St Nick
Baby i recall the days i used to dream about this
Candy apple red topless flex
Only finna sweat for the profit bet
And its always a square trying to hate
Mother f*cker know your place
You a f*cking picture frame
Ugh and your bitch trying to choose
She dont even mention you
Feeding off the juice
I ain't even amused
She got her hands down my pants
Asking about my tattoos
Told her bitch don't trip
And she told me i was rude
Ha only f*cks with a 10 no less
That ain't all in my mix
Porque no habla inglés
Murda valley ugh murdavalien
Got her riding on my face like a stallion
Ice on my wrist look like something you can snort
This a game but i don't keep score
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
I don't want your bitch she got pan cakes
Like my women thick like selena
My bitch look like money have you seen her
Brainstorm raining on a bitch while she licking this
Bubblegum on her tongue cherry licorice
I'm from the hood and she love it
Cause when its go then it go ain't no patience or discussions
Love me but i can spot a fake
You talk behind my back
You smile in my face
Oh thats a no that ain't how we roll
In your hood no mask
Mafiosos at your door
This what it is f*ck what it ain't
Feeling like 50 on my way to the bank
I fed off all the negative energy that's been fueling me
Running over any and everything that's infront of me
Your girl calling your bitch is fine
But i won't even f*ck unless the bitch one of a kind
It ain't beef f*ck your b.m.
Your wife is a hoe
I got two slut cousins and she f*cked with them both
This pussy is gold
I won't let a hoe close no
She can't even eat the pussy through the clothes no
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
They been waiting on it
Got the heat for them
Pussy hella boring ugh i'ma
Fall asleep on her
I been in my bag mm St Nick
Baby i recall the days i used to dream about this
Candy apple red topless flex
Only finna sweat for the profit bet
And its always a square trying to hate
Mother f*cker know your place
You a f*cking picture frame
Ugh and your bitch trying to choose
She dont even mention you
Feeding off the juice
I ain't even amused
She got her hands down my pants
Asking about my tattoos
Told her bitch don't trip
And she told me i was rude
Ha only f*cks with a 10 no less
That ain't all in my mix
Porque no habla inglés
Murda valley ugh murdavalien
Got her riding on my face like a stallion
Ice on my wrist look like something you can snort
This a game but i don't keep score
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Know what it is
F*ck what it ain't
Swimmin in this money back stroking to the bank
And I'm swimmin in these bitches too
You should know the moves
I put it on her once
I adjust her attitude
Writer: Melissa Galvan
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