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leancat
leancat
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ssbeghost♱
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ssbeghost♱
Songwriter
Kevin Teller
Kevin Teller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ssbeghost♱
Producer

Lyrics

(Mami, let me see your microphone, let me see your microphone)
Yeah, I'ma had to check off the phone
I seen her rushin' to check on the phone
Man, they back quick, calculatin' my loan
I kicked the other one 'cause I had her in my home
I muted that bitch, let me change the remote
And stay chill, 'cause this ain't no change in the bill
Can't let you hit this, but you gon' hit it like a flow
She tell you, tryna put my dick in her throat
And she can't even fit that thing in her tights
I was like, "Spider-Man, how I swung on that marvelous booty?"
It's part of this loot, I don't even need to say, "Nude"
And then bar-a-boo-boo-bee-doo, cock with the blue beat
You know that I cop a new car 'cause I'm broke
Yeah, I took off on this bitch, now I talk to new shooters
Ain't knockin' they food every time that you're new to me
I love it, I love it, I love it
That pussy was stanky, I told her to love it
I slapped that girl outta yo' hand, you won't know shit
I got her head hittin', man, it's fuckin' perfect
I ain't tired workin' all night, it's sunny
You got your friends with Rollie diamonds
I took your bitch 'cause I was funny
We on a trip 'cause I got money
Think she love me 'cause I got cash
Green-ass ****, you look like trash
Fiend- Fiend-ass ****, pump them braids
Check out these lights all the way
I'm makin' beef, I don't get paid
Boys, I don't shoot stars, boy, I don't shoot star-
Them boys, they don't shoot stars
They don't want us to stay, yeah
He wants to play, yeah, yeah
I'ma had to check off the phone
I seen her rushin', they check on his phone
Man, they back quick, I can't let him alone
Kicked her off 'cause I hate her on my own
Muted the bitch, now need to change the remote
And I said, "Suit up, this ain't no changin' the gold"
Put hoes in your city, you gon' drown in the boat
You broke as fuck, ****, what you tryna cut?
You dirty-ass ****, make me need some soap
You dirty, bitch ****, how you ain't gotta roll?
They settin' for that perky, I'm gon' live for every stone
Yeah, I'm gon' live for every stone
I don't turn down smoke for ****, uh
I can flip a whole damn country to come
And I can name food every song like you a noodle
Y'all love it, I love it, I love it
I think I messed up with the food and I'm palmin' this boola
She rappin', it different, six minutes, she oozy
She rappin', there a time in her world that I can't summer us
Y'all told that bitch to bend down and cross her arms, yeah, so I got me some racks, uh, how can I say?
Yes, we scrub the cars, they runnin' up out
We pop those thots, we runnin' right way
Why I got all these songs?
A **** ain't drop, a **** got paid
That's all I really wanna say, ayy, ayy, ayy
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson
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