They be throwing shots like they know me oh
But them niggas don't know me
I can't love bitch I ain't no Romeo
Told that bitch to come n blow me
I can't hear a f*ckin thing wit all this gas in here
All this liquor all these bitches all this ass in here
Bae I'm noddin off this xanny so you have to steer
Lotta paper lotta youngins ain't no class in here
All my money like my haters they be blue as shit
I take his bitch n take a trip cuz she ain't used to this
She askin me if I can save her say she used to strip
But I can't never love that thot because I'm rutheless
Money gonna come money gonna go
Now he wanna run he don't want the smoke
We beat his ass after class n take his lunch to go
White on white Rarri like it's covered in a buncha snow
Only smoke gas that pack strong
Plug was bringing them things in wasnt worries bout if I got on
Yellow box sittin in the kitchen wit the little hammer and that arm
That baking soda, park the van ima take the rover
Got college bitches, 2 hoes to go Villanova
Same time when I bend em over
Back shots grabbin on they shoulders
Boyfriend see me in they phone they don't know the truth but they want closure
All thick bitches, I be over they wishlists
Residue on my sis dishes, one move make 6 digits
No niggas like this nigga, only shoot I don't diss niggas
Louie boots I don't trip nigga, keep rods I don't fish nigga
Came a long way got ya hoe doin what the song say
Stoneysworldd - Shots (feat. Hardo) Lyrics
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They be throwing shots like they know me oh
But them niggas don't know me
I can't love bitch I ain't no Romeo
Told that bitch to come n blow me
I can't hear a f*ckin thing wit all this gas in here
All this liquor all these bitches all this ass in here
Bae I'm noddin off this xanny so you have to steer
Lotta paper lotta youngins ain't no class in here
All my money like my haters they be blue as shit
I take his bitch n take a trip cuz she ain't used to this
She askin me if I can save her say she used to strip
But I can't never love that thot because I'm rutheless
Money gonna come money gonna go
Now he wanna run he don't want the smoke
We beat his ass after class n take his lunch to go
White on white Rarri like it's covered in a buncha snow
Only smoke gas that pack strong
Plug was bringing them things in wasnt worries bout if I got on
Yellow box sittin in the kitchen wit the little hammer and that arm
That baking soda, park the van ima take the rover
Got college bitches, 2 hoes to go Villanova
Same time when I bend em over
Back shots grabbin on they shoulders
Boyfriend see me in they phone they don't know the truth but they want closure
All thick bitches, I be over they wishlists
Residue on my sis dishes, one move make 6 digits
No niggas like this nigga, only shoot I don't diss niggas
Louie boots I don't trip nigga, keep rods I don't fish nigga
Came a long way got ya hoe doin what the song say
But them niggas don't know me
I can't love bitch I ain't no Romeo
Told that bitch to come n blow me
I can't hear a f*ckin thing wit all this gas in here
All this liquor all these bitches all this ass in here
Bae I'm noddin off this xanny so you have to steer
Lotta paper lotta youngins ain't no class in here
All my money like my haters they be blue as shit
I take his bitch n take a trip cuz she ain't used to this
She askin me if I can save her say she used to strip
But I can't never love that thot because I'm rutheless
Money gonna come money gonna go
Now he wanna run he don't want the smoke
We beat his ass after class n take his lunch to go
White on white Rarri like it's covered in a buncha snow
Only smoke gas that pack strong
Plug was bringing them things in wasnt worries bout if I got on
Yellow box sittin in the kitchen wit the little hammer and that arm
That baking soda, park the van ima take the rover
Got college bitches, 2 hoes to go Villanova
Same time when I bend em over
Back shots grabbin on they shoulders
Boyfriend see me in they phone they don't know the truth but they want closure
All thick bitches, I be over they wishlists
Residue on my sis dishes, one move make 6 digits
No niggas like this nigga, only shoot I don't diss niggas
Louie boots I don't trip nigga, keep rods I don't fish nigga
Came a long way got ya hoe doin what the song say
Writer: Norman Dean
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid