Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her
I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her bae
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her back
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna f*ck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea
Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her
I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her bae
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her back
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna f*ck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea
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Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her
I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her bae
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her back
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna f*ck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea
Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her
I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her bae
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her back
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna f*ck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her
I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her bae
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her back
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna f*ck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea
Bitch im not for you, bitch im about my paper
Gotta leave that ho bitch I can't never save her
I can't see these hoes in these designer shades yea
I don't wanna meet you bro, I don't wanna do no handshakes yea
But your ho she wanna come in here, and make some shake yea
But you ho she wanna come in here so imma have my way
Imma have my way with that ho, imma have my way
We was in Cali smoking good, yea we was in the bay
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her bae
We can f*ck tonight but I won't ever call her back
Yea the love from that lil ho, you know I'm missing that
Yea the love from that lil ho you know I'm needing that
Thigh pads on a nigga, like a running back
I throw my set up just like a quarterback
Yea that boy wylin in this bitch, yall better hold him back
Cause we got sticks all in this bitch you getting pushed right back
Told them don't push me, you get pushed right back
You sending 5, we sending 10 right back
You sending 10, we send 15 right back
Yea im tryna f*ck her that shit stupid fat
Stupid boy you better not buck up buck up
Yea my brother brother
Got it out the gutter
All these boys my sons I got a lot of baby mothers
Yea, that money spread, bread and butter yea
Writer: Yanis Ruhashya
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