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Sabrina Shontelle Coleman
Sabrina Shontelle Coleman
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Heavy on the SSO shit, man Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch (yeah) Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie (whoopty, huh) Blue cheese, I swear I'm addicted to blue cheese I gotta stick to this paper, like loose-leaf (huh) Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece You can have your bitch back, she a groupie She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (gag) Swagged out (for Milly, we bringing them gats out) I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out) I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shootin' I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (and my shooters, they shootin'), damn Blamming, you niggas scared of me Growling, ain't shit you could tell me Nigga, I'm the king of my city now From Scranton to Philly, NJ Holla, New York, know you with me, always Swagging, Dior get me crispy, aim it, have it, now I'm at 50 Go get the .40, they can not ignore me Damn, she snorted, she off the crispy Whoopty, bitch, I'm outside, it's a movie (whoopty, huh) Blue cheese, I swear I'm addicted to blue cheese I gotta stick to this paper, like loose-leaf (huh) Bitch, I'm 'bout my chicken like it's a two-piece You can have your bitch back, she a groupie She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat (gag) Swagged out, for Milly, we bringing them gats out (gat) I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house Off the '42, I'm blowing her back out (blowing her back out) I'm back on my bullshit, swing back with a full clip They say I'm moving ruthless, and my shooters, they shootin' I won't take her to Ruth's Chris (shooters, they shootin', shooters, they-) My go, kickback at the condo Rondo, champagne on the side of me Just bought my bitch some X Fenty All I do is keep it, it's Fendi These niggas moving a way to me These niggas weak, I could bend 'em Yellin' out, "Whoopty," just know I sent them Pretty bitches scoop me, got a blick in the hoopty Who you talkin' about, me? Off with this coofy Don't be a goofy, know I keep a toolie And I need jewelry on my body, hey, I could fill 'em with fluid Hit the mall stupid, that nigga clueless And that bitch got a wagon, she on my list, to-do it Follow command, student, Caesar, Brutus Getting the money, climbing up roof and shit That's how high I am, nigga, I'm buying Whatever you want, I am supplying I got all this dope (dope, ay, ay) I got all this coke (coke, ay, ay) You don't wanna blow (blow, ay, ay) You don't wanna blow (blow, ay)
Writer(s): Sabrina Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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