Tell her, "Pull up to the show" I know she gon' fuck for sure Huh, she probably gon' fuck my bro Huh, hop out at all the stores And I bought all the clothes For to put that shit on in front of all her friends Babygirl, you're not my friend (Huh) Babygirl, let's make Ms I'm not finna shake yo' hand I just wanna beat yo' back in My styrofoam double Rick Owen my jacket They both off of Codeine She wanna get on it You know that I'm focused I get that ho loaded I got Wok', I got [?] Gotta know that's my bitch, I promote her Added up 'round this bitch, fucked the total Do the dash in this bitch 'bout a motor I jump out with that stick, toe to toe From the back with that ho, I'm a soldiеr I'm not givin' up none of my money I'm not lettin' nonе of them fuck me over I been runnin' up hundreds up, mama I ain't never forget that I owe you (Yeah) Come from bad to doin' good It ain't perfect but understood I got to be thankful for that blessin' Designer clothes Now, I got to find these hoes Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls I might as well send a bitch roses
Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses" Yeah (Ah) I say, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was Come in that red, that's blood You know that my Five, lil' nigga, do not call me, "Cuz" Don't try me and fuck up my buzz I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with her bag I fuck that bag up with that girl Can't never go sad Pop out with that Glock on they ass I know that you're lovin' me, girl
Uh, yeah Know that you're lovin', know that you're lovin' me, girl Know that you love me, know that you love me I know that you're lovin' me, girl Uh-uh, oh, oh
She'll do it right now in these streets, yeah She want Chanel if you see it there She want it now, uh To all the niggas I meet, yeah Never gon' tell what you see, man Know that that type of shit turnin' out bad Girl, you're too bad On your body, Patek They disrespectin', we ain't goin' for that Then you know you call me and I'm runnin' for that Hope inside that girl I'm wishin' a well Roxanne on my mattress and I'm feelin' my jacket I'm exposed to this shit and these niggas gon' steal Nigga, you're cappin', lil' mama [?] she like how I rock it (Uh-uh) Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari Inside my home I got a store I got these classes, I got the whole damn department She want the drugs that I'm on I looked right at that bitch and passed it
Designer clothes Now, I got to find these hoes Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls I might as well send a bitch roses Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses" Yeah (Ah) I say, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
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