Yeah, ayy, ayy
Ayy, I
I know this ain't a park but
Baby, come and side on a nigga, ayy
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
Ayy, and she know that we a match
Wavy head nigga but I'm rough, I got a patch
We ain't sign millions, we don't need to get attached
Found a new nigga and you still came back
Five-foot-five, brown eyes, oh, dawg, oh
Bitch, I'm a beast, I'm a dog, baby, bow wow
Cullinan with stars, like Nick Cannon, tryna wild out
You gon' let me beat it like I skip the trial, ayy
All my bitches got some real edges, say, "Yeah"
Say she don't wanna fuck but end up fuckin' every time
Feel like I'm from H-Town when I came down
Playin' with that pussy, fresh up out the playground
(Lil' Tory)
I know this ain't a park but
Baby, come and side on a nigga, ayy
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
Snatched up, ooh, damn, yeah, days later
Pretty brown skin, ass on Jada Wada
She like, "Fuck a gym", trainin' with her waist trainer (haha)
Shawty givin' me the blues like a bass player
I be dunkin' in the pussy went in straight the lay up
I'm ballin' so on point, I can lay a J up
I'm gettin' money, hit the NaeNae on the naysayer
I'm makin' movies with your bitch, I had to Ray J her
Yeah, Kim Kardash' with that ass and she know it
Sex like a cardiovascular moment
Lookin' at that pussy, I'm like, "Show me my opponent" (fuck)
"Show me my opponent"
Lil' Tory
I know this ain't a park but
Baby, come and side on a nigga, ayy
I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
She just wanna show them other bitches that she snatched
That's why I be creepin' on the low with her
I know that you think I'm just the homie
I'm jumpin' off the dresser, hittin' the floor with her
You call up her phone, she like, "What, nigga?"
Tellin' you that she out with the homies
But if I was you, I would come get her
'Cause when she say the homies, that means just me
Yeah, ayy
She wanna fuck your man and I'm your man
So what does that mean?
In and out these bitches like the needle out the vaccine
Bitches wanna tell you 'bout my
Like I'm maxing
Runnin' through that ho and all her friends like the track team
Now I fuck her friends together, baby, they a tag team
Yeah, I don't care if they square or they flatscreen
I've been out here makin' movies, bitch, it ain't no sad scenes
(Well, fuck it, what he want from me, anyway?)
Ayy
Gun is dirty than a bitch but my racks clean
Yeah, I got a bitch, pussy nice but she act mean
Fuckin' on her friend, put me in, that's a tag team
Yeah, and of course
Love my bitch on all fours, suckin' dick with force
French lil' bitch say, "Bonjour", she get no remorse
All my bitches rich, they don't wear no Michael Kors, yeah
I, I know this ain't a park
Baby, come and slide on a nigga
And I could show your ass where to start
Put your soul, heart, and mind on a nigga
My nigga Lambo, shit, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram, what's the catch?
She just wanna show them other bitched that she snatched up
compositores: Daystar Peterson
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