Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper
I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers
They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers
I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers
I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking
I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga
Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it
A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty
You call your dad, then on my dad, I'ma step about it
And show a nigga, I'm the best, he get left out it
And every time Wabbiiee step, he got the best outfit
I need the whole loaf and you can take the rest, shawty
And that's my son, he the one, doing what I taught him
How you get them new kicks, I thought I bought him
I play ball every day, but this ain't no Spalding
I cross a nigga every day till I get the balding
It's about pay, I'm the one that these niggas calling
Say it's about bread, take his legs and have him pick it up
Left my last bitch alone, new one got a bigger butt
I send my bro a text, my nigga's finna send him up
He try to play, it's okay, I'ma get you touched
I'ma sign for a hundred K or I'ma get you bust
Ayy, congratulations
Congratulations, nigga
Ayy
They thought I'm finished, but I'm back up in the booth again
Don't let me catch that nigga lacking, I'm gon' shoot again
You don't like the way that I be talking up that toolie then
Silence on the gun and get to shushing like a movie fan
Niggas wanna fight, we don't fight hoes
Sticks tucked, better duck, you can't fight those
Ayy, you mad at me cause your wife chose
I get the drop on them suckas, we gon' light poles
Ayy, deuce in the Sprite, got it tasting like some candy
Pretty bitch, fending for the dick, need a plan B
Niggas think they hiding, bitch, we see that Yoda Camry
Sliding that foreign, got me feeling like I'm fancy
Yeah, my Mexican, keep a tool, handy Manny
Keep them snake niggas off my grass like I'm Stanley
Tryna turn a sucka to a phantom like he Danny
And nigga, we ain't fighting, I keep toys like I'm Andy
We got 40s, nickels, PT, he keep a rocket
Lil' bro, he got some shit to knock the eyes up out your sockets
You know that boy don't want no war with us, so tell him stop it
Call up Wabbiiee, he gon' slither through the grass and try to chop him
Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper
I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers
They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers
I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers
I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking
I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga
Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it
A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty
PT - Congratulations (feat. Wabbiiee) Lyrics
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Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper
I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers
They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers
I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers
I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking
I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga
Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it
A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty
You call your dad, then on my dad, I'ma step about it
And show a nigga, I'm the best, he get left out it
And every time Wabbiiee step, he got the best outfit
I need the whole loaf and you can take the rest, shawty
And that's my son, he the one, doing what I taught him
How you get them new kicks, I thought I bought him
I play ball every day, but this ain't no Spalding
I cross a nigga every day till I get the balding
It's about pay, I'm the one that these niggas calling
Say it's about bread, take his legs and have him pick it up
Left my last bitch alone, new one got a bigger butt
I send my bro a text, my nigga's finna send him up
He try to play, it's okay, I'ma get you touched
I'ma sign for a hundred K or I'ma get you bust
Ayy, congratulations
Congratulations, nigga
Ayy
They thought I'm finished, but I'm back up in the booth again
Don't let me catch that nigga lacking, I'm gon' shoot again
You don't like the way that I be talking up that toolie then
Silence on the gun and get to shushing like a movie fan
Niggas wanna fight, we don't fight hoes
Sticks tucked, better duck, you can't fight those
Ayy, you mad at me cause your wife chose
I get the drop on them suckas, we gon' light poles
Ayy, deuce in the Sprite, got it tasting like some candy
Pretty bitch, fending for the dick, need a plan B
Niggas think they hiding, bitch, we see that Yoda Camry
Sliding that foreign, got me feeling like I'm fancy
Yeah, my Mexican, keep a tool, handy Manny
Keep them snake niggas off my grass like I'm Stanley
Tryna turn a sucka to a phantom like he Danny
And nigga, we ain't fighting, I keep toys like I'm Andy
We got 40s, nickels, PT, he keep a rocket
Lil' bro, he got some shit to knock the eyes up out your sockets
You know that boy don't want no war with us, so tell him stop it
Call up Wabbiiee, he gon' slither through the grass and try to chop him
Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper
I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers
They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers
I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers
I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking
I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga
Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it
A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty
I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers
They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers
I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers
I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking
I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga
Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it
A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty
You call your dad, then on my dad, I'ma step about it
And show a nigga, I'm the best, he get left out it
And every time Wabbiiee step, he got the best outfit
I need the whole loaf and you can take the rest, shawty
And that's my son, he the one, doing what I taught him
How you get them new kicks, I thought I bought him
I play ball every day, but this ain't no Spalding
I cross a nigga every day till I get the balding
It's about pay, I'm the one that these niggas calling
Say it's about bread, take his legs and have him pick it up
Left my last bitch alone, new one got a bigger butt
I send my bro a text, my nigga's finna send him up
He try to play, it's okay, I'ma get you touched
I'ma sign for a hundred K or I'ma get you bust
Ayy, congratulations
Congratulations, nigga
Ayy
They thought I'm finished, but I'm back up in the booth again
Don't let me catch that nigga lacking, I'm gon' shoot again
You don't like the way that I be talking up that toolie then
Silence on the gun and get to shushing like a movie fan
Niggas wanna fight, we don't fight hoes
Sticks tucked, better duck, you can't fight those
Ayy, you mad at me cause your wife chose
I get the drop on them suckas, we gon' light poles
Ayy, deuce in the Sprite, got it tasting like some candy
Pretty bitch, fending for the dick, need a plan B
Niggas think they hiding, bitch, we see that Yoda Camry
Sliding that foreign, got me feeling like I'm fancy
Yeah, my Mexican, keep a tool, handy Manny
Keep them snake niggas off my grass like I'm Stanley
Tryna turn a sucka to a phantom like he Danny
And nigga, we ain't fighting, I keep toys like I'm Andy
We got 40s, nickels, PT, he keep a rocket
Lil' bro, he got some shit to knock the eyes up out your sockets
You know that boy don't want no war with us, so tell him stop it
Call up Wabbiiee, he gon' slither through the grass and try to chop him
Congratulations when you make it, then you meet the reaper
I'll snatch a bitch eyes, I'm feeling like I'm Jeepers Creepers
They cut this on, they gon' be dancing all up in the bleachers
I wanna play my new song, so put it on the speakers
I catch a fade one-on-one, there ain't no need for sneaking
I do him bad and now he mad, left a nigga leaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga speaking
The less you say, the more you listen when a nigga
Said I'm a don, I told my momma don't stress about it
A new bitch every single day, so you can step, shawty
Writer: Paul Thames, Swavey Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid