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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jachin Deshawn Jenkins Jr.
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Lyrics
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Low the Great
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Wait, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Tell that bitch wipe me down, I'm an A-hole (I'm an A-hole)
If you ain't got the bag, bitch, what I came for? (What I came for?)
A hundred pennies make a dollar, where my change, bro?
No habla ingles? I need my pesos, mijo (I need my pesos, mijo)
Put that bitch on the blade with no skates on (With no skates on)
My bitch walk around naked like she hate clothes (Ooh)
She think the dick a Backwood, she gon' face those
I'm not 6iine, but you can still taste the rainbow
Ayy, I ain't never did the race, I don't chase hoes
Stop it, you wearing knockoff, they don't make those
I really bust down, my shit hit from every angle
Two B's, I keep a Boosie fade and a bankroll
Why you just standing around lookin'
What you waitin' on? (What you waitin on?)
If you ain't finna fuck it up, what you came for?
(Why you come?) Nigga, you a wallflower, we hate those
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my mama, this beat go
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Wait, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Bitch, I feel like MJ with my J's on (J's on)
The only nigga in the club with my shades on (With my shades on)
I'm the flyest like LeBron, I always change clothes (Ooh)
Two-three in LA, the king came home
We got the same twenty-four, what you hatin' on? (What you hatin' on?)
These niggas always in they feelings like a Drake song (Bop)
Your pockets broke, my advice is stay strong
Like a fat kid, you mad 'cause your cake gone
That nigga wearing fake chains, call him Django
I'm top rank, niggas move when I say so (Move when I say so)
That ain't a knot on my leg, that's a bankroll
I get the money, then I stack it like Legos
Tell that bitch wipe me down, I'm an A-hole (I'm an A-hole)
If you ain't got the bag, bitch
What I came for? (Bitch, what I came for?)
A hundred pennies make a dollar, where my change, bro?
No habla ingles? I need my pesos, mijo (I need my pesos, mijo)
Put that bitch on the blade with no skates on (With no skates on)
My bitch walk around naked like she hate clothes (Ooh)
She think the dick a Backwood, she gon' face those
I'm not 6iine, but you can still taste the rainbow
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Low the Great
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my, nigga, on my
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Nigga, on my mama, that go, this beat hit
Writer(s): Deangelo Darby Smith, Jachin Deshawn Jenkins Jr
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