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(Boss Money) Hello Where are you at? Bitch, don't worry 'bout where I'm at Where your weird ass at? Please leave your message for 209 My bitch trippin', I might fuck her best friend, huh That head good, I might do that shit again, huh Bitches know I'm trifle, know I ain't trap ain't living right I'm the type of nigga come through and lay pipe, huh Big hood, bitch fat ass, big tits Love to ride dick, I told her, "Spit on my shit" Come through, walk a molly, she gon' come fuck everybody (G Man, Backwood Thony) She gon' blame it on the liquor, I don't blame her, she's a thottie I got a badass bitch, that love to ride dick and talk shit Nails done, hair done, and she's dumb thick She's getting paid, I ain't looking for no bum bitch But it's a fee for the D, bitch, it's dope dick I'm from the T, we keep it fat low, bitch South stockin' and my niggas, bitch, we locked in All gas, no breaks, ain't no stoppin' Man, you broke-ass niggas ain't really rockin' The game hit the bitch, she was really boppin' (boppin') Glizzy hoe 30 betas let the stock in (stock in) Fuck nigga, don't test me 'cause I'm knockin' ('cause I'm knockin') Free my nigga out the slim that been rockin' (been rockin') Ay, I'm tryna eat a mill, I've been plottin' (been plottin') I don't need no handouts, I've been grindin' (been grindin') Let me show you how to do it, big timin' (big timin') Let me show you how to do it, big rhyme (big rhyme) My bitch trippin', I might fuck her best friend, huh That head good, I might do that shit again, huh Bitches know I'm trifle, know I ain't trap ain't living right I'ma type a nigga come through and lay pipe, huh Big hood bitch fat ass big tits Love to ride dick, I told her spit on my shit Come through, walk a molly, she gon' come fuck everybody (back, back) She gon' blame it on the liquor, I don't blame her, she's a thottie (back, back) I'ma love you for the night, baby, get it roughin' Big MAC with the sauce, call me McLovin' (hey) All my niggas off the app, we don't do the tussin' (no) And I gotta keep it on me, I don't do the tussin' Ooh, bitch, I thought you knew I'm only here for the night, I ain't fuckin' with you And I only hit your line 'cause you fucking the crew Fucking the crew Ay, two cannons on me nigga like a blast toy And I never take these chains 'cause I cash for 'em (no) I was just a lil' nigga with no dad, huh (huh?) Now my daughter and these bitches call me dad, huh (huh?) She said her nigga hella broke like sad drag, huh (huh?) I said, "Bitch, get off your ass, get that bag, huh" (huh?) I said, "Bitch, get off your ass, hit that trap, huh" (huh?) Boss money what I'm getting that's a fact, huh (huh?) My bitch trippin', I might fuck her best friend, huh That head good, I might do that shit again, huh Bitches know I'm trifle, know I ain't trap ain't living right I'm the type of nigga come through and lay pipe, huh Big hood, bitch fat ass, big tits (huh) Love to ride dick, I told her, "Spit on my shit" (check) Come through, walk a molly, she gon' come fuck everybody She gon' blame it on the liquor, I don't blame her, she's a thottie 'Cause I like hoes that like hoes (huh) Turn my main bitch to a dyke hoe (I do) Me and my money kickin' it, I got that taekwondo Trapping outta her condo, so I can ball like Rondo (bitch) Snitching on my M's nigga, your ass will get John Doe I mean toe jams on that big toe, 30 clips in that pistol Bitch, hoe, 30 we got more 15 than geico (gain shit, gain shit) Fuck around with no broke nigga Don't fuck around with no broke ho (okay) Dang, your pussy fat, let me high-five your camel toe I'm a dog, I'm triffin' (triffin'), ratchet bitches I'm pipin' Classy bitches I'm wifin', other bitches one night them (huh) Bitch niggas who like them (no) My niggas we blow down with that chop' Nigga keep 30 making that 450 And I'm wildin' out with this hammer Make you dance like hammer (hammer) Shout out to them bloods, yeah, that red flag bandana Stuntin' is a hobby, like I'm D Banner (huh) Nigga, most my hoes is black and white like fur on a panda (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh) My bitch trippin', I might fuck her best friend, huh That head good, I might do that shit again, huh Bitches know I'm trifle, know I ain't trap ain't living right I'm the type of nigga come through and lay pipe, huh Big hood, bitch fat ass, big tits Love to ride dick, I told her, "Spit on my shit" Come through, walk a molly, she gon' come fuck everybody She gon' blame it on the liquor, I don't blame her, she's a thottie (Boss Money)
Writer(s): Konstanty Boyes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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