You don't think ill steal for your love
Bitch ill kill for your love
Bitch, hoe
What the f*ck
Im off the weed pack thinking bout get back
How you show out your ass I don't get that
It say brat in your bio must've missed that
You was just gliding your hands on my six pack
Dick in your mouth f*ck the chit chat
Last time I checked I was having my way
You say I got hoes but why would I risk that
If im having hoes, then you having hoes too
Wanna know how these niggas approach you
I got dick inna a glock make me toast you
Oh, I'm doing the most boo, well you doing the most too
I got niggas on east and the south and the west side but know niggas on nawf too
Girl you know I got niggas and bitches, they watch you like Roku
Who you think snapping them pictures of you and your girls when you in ya hoe mood
I got the loc and it's on, the pin to the phone, you know that's the go-to
Who is the nigga you said you was on the way home, ill beat him like pro tools
Imma beat him like my name is billie jean
You want a pair of the fendi jeans keep it a fendi
You want Bentley, just keep it a bean
You want Gucci and double cc
I can do it, but only one thing
Wanna know if you rocking with me
In my world you're as fine as can be
And I'm talking like 100 degrees
Im off the weed pack thinking bout get back
How you show out your ass I don't get that
It say brat in your bio must've missed that
You was just gliding your hands on my six pack
Dick in your mouth f*ck the chit chat
Last time I checked I was having my way
You say I got hoes but why would I risk that
I got dick for hoes, no jimmy choo
She can bleed the block talking choo choo
She for all the bros, I'm talking she aint you
Keep it hunnid, I steal for you
I kill for you, I drill for you
F*ck around and pop a pill for you
Big Fanta pop a seal for you
That's the shit that'd I'd do for your love
Renny the Kid - Drill 4 Your Luv Lyrics
Renny the Kid - Drill 4 Your Luv Lyrics
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You don't think ill steal for your love
Bitch ill kill for your love
Bitch, hoe
What the f*ck
Im off the weed pack thinking bout get back
How you show out your ass I don't get that
It say brat in your bio must've missed that
You was just gliding your hands on my six pack
Dick in your mouth f*ck the chit chat
Last time I checked I was having my way
You say I got hoes but why would I risk that
If im having hoes, then you having hoes too
Wanna know how these niggas approach you
I got dick inna a glock make me toast you
Oh, I'm doing the most boo, well you doing the most too
I got niggas on east and the south and the west side but know niggas on nawf too
Girl you know I got niggas and bitches, they watch you like Roku
Who you think snapping them pictures of you and your girls when you in ya hoe mood
I got the loc and it's on, the pin to the phone, you know that's the go-to
Who is the nigga you said you was on the way home, ill beat him like pro tools
Imma beat him like my name is billie jean
You want a pair of the fendi jeans keep it a fendi
You want Bentley, just keep it a bean
You want Gucci and double cc
I can do it, but only one thing
Wanna know if you rocking with me
In my world you're as fine as can be
And I'm talking like 100 degrees
Im off the weed pack thinking bout get back
How you show out your ass I don't get that
It say brat in your bio must've missed that
You was just gliding your hands on my six pack
Dick in your mouth f*ck the chit chat
Last time I checked I was having my way
You say I got hoes but why would I risk that
I got dick for hoes, no jimmy choo
She can bleed the block talking choo choo
She for all the bros, I'm talking she aint you
Keep it hunnid, I steal for you
I kill for you, I drill for you
F*ck around and pop a pill for you
Big Fanta pop a seal for you
That's the shit that'd I'd do for your love
Bitch ill kill for your love
Bitch, hoe
What the f*ck
Im off the weed pack thinking bout get back
How you show out your ass I don't get that
It say brat in your bio must've missed that
You was just gliding your hands on my six pack
Dick in your mouth f*ck the chit chat
Last time I checked I was having my way
You say I got hoes but why would I risk that
If im having hoes, then you having hoes too
Wanna know how these niggas approach you
I got dick inna a glock make me toast you
Oh, I'm doing the most boo, well you doing the most too
I got niggas on east and the south and the west side but know niggas on nawf too
Girl you know I got niggas and bitches, they watch you like Roku
Who you think snapping them pictures of you and your girls when you in ya hoe mood
I got the loc and it's on, the pin to the phone, you know that's the go-to
Who is the nigga you said you was on the way home, ill beat him like pro tools
Imma beat him like my name is billie jean
You want a pair of the fendi jeans keep it a fendi
You want Bentley, just keep it a bean
You want Gucci and double cc
I can do it, but only one thing
Wanna know if you rocking with me
In my world you're as fine as can be
And I'm talking like 100 degrees
Im off the weed pack thinking bout get back
How you show out your ass I don't get that
It say brat in your bio must've missed that
You was just gliding your hands on my six pack
Dick in your mouth f*ck the chit chat
Last time I checked I was having my way
You say I got hoes but why would I risk that
I got dick for hoes, no jimmy choo
She can bleed the block talking choo choo
She for all the bros, I'm talking she aint you
Keep it hunnid, I steal for you
I kill for you, I drill for you
F*ck around and pop a pill for you
Big Fanta pop a seal for you
That's the shit that'd I'd do for your love
Writer: Nigel Brown
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