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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quail P
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ran
Producer
Lay-Z
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I ain't never had plans to cuff her
I was always stuck in my duffle bag
Momma ain't raise no busta
If he up on me I'm bussin' back
I balled her up and crushed her
She was lovin' me, I ain't love her back
Pussy got me in trouble
Like a Grabba Leaf I hit and pass
I can call some names that do not remain
I felt a lotta pain
I had to cross my dawg
'Cause he like talk, I call 'em Charlemagne
Man, these hoes like fleas
You ain't helpin' me breathe
I'ma chase this cheese
I rather do it with the team
[Verse 2]
**** just makin' a scene
All that hatin' shit stuck in yo genes
I get high and I feel like I got wings
For the money, I itch like a feen
Give her dick, she can't get no VV'S
She gone suck me up just like a leach
If my hoe try to fuck better breed
'Cause that pussy ain't here just for me, no
I ain't never run my mouth about no hoe
I stick to the G code
**** really mad at me, wanna be my Op
His ass get pre-rolled
**** watchin' me like Vevo
Empty out the clip then reload
What you think I got this heat for?
I'm protectin' all my people
[Verse 3]
I know she'on even really wanna hear my name
But she got it tatted
Don't give a fuck about her 'cause that pussy been bussed
I already had it
Can't fall in love wit a bug
'Cause she all for us this shit get tragic
Old news, hoe, you the past tense
Tryna stick to me like a magnet
[Verse 4]
I ain't never had plans to cuff her
I was always stuck in my duffle bag
Momma ain't raise no busta
If he up on me I'm bussin' back
I balled her up and crushed her
She was lovin' me, I ain't love her back
Pussy got me in trouble
Like a Grabba Leaf I hit and pass
I can call some names that do not remain
I felt a lotta pain
I had to cross my dawg
'Cause he like talk, I call 'em Charlemagne
Man, these hoes like fleas
You ain't helpin' me breathe
I'ma chase this cheese
I rather do it with the team
[Verse 5]
I ain't never had plans to cuff her
I'ma fuck on that hoe and then dub her
Bitch you dumb if you think that I trust ya
I ain't stickin' it in with no rubber
I can't let you hoes get me in trouble
She be lyin' like she only fuckin' with me
When I know she be fuckin' my brudda
Bitch don't play with me I ain't no busta
She like, "Where you at? Who you with?"
Why you in my business?
I don't play like that, you ain't my bitch
So get the fuck out yo feelings
'Cause it's too many bitches and too many ****
In love wit the money, I gotta go get it
I'm in my bag, I'm handlin' business
Cut that boy off if I find out he snitchin'
I ain't nothin' like these other ****, baby, I know
Girl, I treat you like my Glock, you go wherever I go
Tryna getaway for the weekend
Fuck that ****, leave him
Yeah, I fuck with you but, girl, I don't need you
Before I fight with you I swear I'll leave you
[Verse 6]
I ain't never had plans to cuff her
I was always stuck in my duffle bag
Momma ain't raise no busta
If he up on me I'm bussin' back
I balled her up and crushed her
She was lovin' me, I ain't love her back
Pussy got me in trouble
Like a Grabba Leaf I hit and pass
I can call some names that do not remain
I felt a lotta pain
I had to cross my dawg
Because he like talk, I call 'em Charlemagne
Man, these hoes like fleas
You ain't helpin' me breathe
I'ma chase this cheese
I rather do it with the team
Written by: Malique Joseph Elder