[Intro, Mike Sherm]
Bitch want a Birkin
Better get to workin
Got the wrong person
Bitch I don’t buy no purses
Only thing the hoe good for is some twerking
Super soakin hoes, couple pumps, got em squirtin
[Hook, Lil Woadie]
Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer
Worried bout your bag, see you later
Hatin on my squad, how bout get you some paper?
Damn, a n*gga leanin like my wafers
And your bitch a John, I ain’t talkin bout Mayer
[Verse 1, THEE PROPHECY]
I’m dead, yall n*ggas (?)
Your bitch is a hoe, and she text me for head
I’m laughing at the bank, you crying for a loan
Bummy ass n*gga, won’t even toss you a bone
(?)
I’d bе hurt too if my baby mama was burnt
You get no cheeks, your music is booty
Top n*gga pop out on me, can’t get no coochiе
At this point my n*gga, I’m convinced you’re fruity
Top n*gga get married to secure some pussy
You got no drip, take off that stussy
You a creep ass n*gga gettin ass off the roofy
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