I love these hoes they crazy
Your bitch so-so, she maybe
Say what you been on lately
'Cept gettin this pape I'm lazy
She wan' have my baby
I'm like hoe you crazy
I'm just playin, maybe
But what you been on lately?
I wont walk for you
But im gon' make you chase me
Its Brittany or Stacey
Its Whitney or Casey
Still cookin up in the basement
Man, this shit wake up the neighbors
Man, I go up I ain't playin
You understand what im sayin
You understand what I mean
Niggas they sippin fake lean
But I kinda get it though, my girl ass is fake in them jeans
Niggas exceeding they means
No job and they never serve fiends
You smokin some shit that ain't green
Never let hoes In between
I stopped with them xans and them beans
Left that in 2016
Never been a hater, but you niggas ain't f*ckin with me
Nah, they cant f*ck with myself
These hoes, they gon' f*ck with my wealth
Sorry, im a star I shine so bright they cant see no one else
Sorry, rastafari I smoke dope this shit not for my health
I went to the store I got six Louis and five Gucci belts
I just told my bitch I smash whoever she f*ck no one else
When I was on my ass I looked around I ain't see no one else
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I love these hoes they crazy
Your bitch so-so, she maybe
Say what you been on lately
'Cept gettin this pape I'm lazy
She wan' have my baby
I'm like hoe you crazy
I'm just playin, maybe
But what you been on lately?
I wont walk for you
But im gon' make you chase me
Its Brittany or Stacey
Its Whitney or Casey
Still cookin up in the basement
Man, this shit wake up the neighbors
Man, I go up I ain't playin
You understand what im sayin
You understand what I mean
Niggas they sippin fake lean
But I kinda get it though, my girl ass is fake in them jeans
Niggas exceeding they means
No job and they never serve fiends
You smokin some shit that ain't green
Never let hoes In between
I stopped with them xans and them beans
Left that in 2016
Never been a hater, but you niggas ain't f*ckin with me
Nah, they cant f*ck with myself
These hoes, they gon' f*ck with my wealth
Sorry, im a star I shine so bright they cant see no one else
Sorry, rastafari I smoke dope this shit not for my health
I went to the store I got six Louis and five Gucci belts
I just told my bitch I smash whoever she f*ck no one else
When I was on my ass I looked around I ain't see no one else
Your bitch so-so, she maybe
Say what you been on lately
'Cept gettin this pape I'm lazy
She wan' have my baby
I'm like hoe you crazy
I'm just playin, maybe
But what you been on lately?
I wont walk for you
But im gon' make you chase me
Its Brittany or Stacey
Its Whitney or Casey
Still cookin up in the basement
Man, this shit wake up the neighbors
Man, I go up I ain't playin
You understand what im sayin
You understand what I mean
Niggas they sippin fake lean
But I kinda get it though, my girl ass is fake in them jeans
Niggas exceeding they means
No job and they never serve fiends
You smokin some shit that ain't green
Never let hoes In between
I stopped with them xans and them beans
Left that in 2016
Never been a hater, but you niggas ain't f*ckin with me
Nah, they cant f*ck with myself
These hoes, they gon' f*ck with my wealth
Sorry, im a star I shine so bright they cant see no one else
Sorry, rastafari I smoke dope this shit not for my health
I went to the store I got six Louis and five Gucci belts
I just told my bitch I smash whoever she f*ck no one else
When I was on my ass I looked around I ain't see no one else
Writer: Rey Nixon
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