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Look, if Chris ain't drop this bitch, then I ain't fucking with him And my little bitch want me to fuck, she say she cook me chicken What? I'm trying to beat that pussy up while she washing dishes I lost the keys to my truck, I told her, come and get me And I can't leave without that Roy, you know he's coming with me And plus, she still fuck with old boy, he better not get to tripping I'm sending shots up off this block just like I'm Scottie Pippen What up, your block don't need a mop, the way your body dripping Play on my top, I pop your top, you better mind your business I pop the adder and the perky, got me feeling dizzy Plus, I got gas up in my blunt, my cup stay full of henny You got that ass, we're gonna twerk, let me see you bend it You go to school and go to work, you so independent And you ain't fucking with no nigga who ain't about his business Look, you want a nigga that's go work or one that's in the trenches? Now, bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary I shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention Now, throw that ass, you want some hell, shit, how many inches? And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like your hair, bitches Now, bounce that ass, you want a nigga for to pay your bills Now, shake that ass, you want a nigga, let's go keep it real Now, throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib Now, bounce that ass, you feel like fuck a bitch, how she feel? So bounce that ass, you feel like fuck a bitch and how she feel Now shake that ass, if you want money Might throw a quick meal Don't do no talking, all that extra shit'll get you killed And I'm rolling in this bitch, but I ain't pop a pill I'm just like a fab shop, I keep a lot of steel Niggas see your paperwork Bitch, you ain't keep it real, see where I'm from Them bodies drop like buzzers when you steal Mamas crying, shooters dying, wait, they rats for real Now I don't do the bone song, so I'ma leave it here Why get on this bitch and tell them hoes what it is? If Moolah on the beat Then she gonna eat for real So just throw that ass back Why throw them bills? Now bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary I shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention Now throw that ass, you want some hell, shit how many inches? And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like hairy bitches Now bounce that ass, you want a nigga for to pay your bills Now shake that ass, you want a nigga, let's go keep it real Now throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib Now bounce that ass, you feel like fuck a bitch, how she feel I bounce that ass and I'ma do it on my tippy toes You know I ain't scared I'm with that yeah, should I be whoopin' hoes And I don't shop at TJ Maxx, I like expensive clothes You pop it off and blow a bag, I make this pussy roll Degreed up and G'd up, that's just how I'm livin' I'm sendin' pics of niggas Bitches to my dogs in prison I got that work, I make it work up in a skirt He hit it once and now he tryin' to make it work Bitch, I don't need a nigga money Cause I sell dope But if he tryin' to pay my bills, bitch, I'm playin' broke She got her own hand I ain't no comparin' me A raw bitch got married niggas tryin' to marry me Now bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary Now shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention Now throw that ass if you want some hell, shit how many inches? And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like hairy bitches Now bounce that ass if you want a nigga for to pay your bills Now shake that ass if you want a nigga, let's go keep it real Now throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib Now bounce that ass if you feel like fuck a bitch, how she feel I'm takin' bitches, niggas like this shit a fuckin' game Yeah, hoe, I heard you rap But we are not the same You can't compete, I'm outta lead, have a fuckin' seat When we meet, ain't shit sweet, get your ass beat Shake that ass, bitch, and get your bills paid She be shakin' ass and her edges still laid He gon' throw that cash Cause her niggas still trade Bitches said it, hey, then it don't matter Bitch, I'm self-made I bust it open for my nigga if he got a bag I can't chase a nigga while they think I'm playin' tag Every hunnid, he be throwin' a ticket in my stash She see I got her nigga That's why that bitch mad Now bounce that ass for my niggas in the penitentiary Now shake it fast if you just want some dick and some attention Now throw that ass if you want some hell, shit how many inches? And when you bad, go shave that pussy, don't like hairy bitches Now bounce that ass if you want a nigga for to pay your bills Now shake that ass if you want a nigga, let's go keep it real Now throw that ass if you a boss and got your own crib Now bounce that ass if you feel like fuck a bitch and how she feel
Writer(s): Darren Doiron Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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