[Intro]
It's always a bitch somewhere running her motherfucking mouth
Ho, shut up
You hoes do too much motherfucking talking
Not enough fucking rapping
COUPE
[Verse]
Why do you hollar 'bout where is my clothes?
Like I care about some fashion appeal
I like a bra with a jacket, bag of some lashes
I don't care 'bout no fashion for real
And don't be fucking round with my cousin, you know that ho dumb, and she flash on a pill
See you be thinking that you got the flow and the talk
No really, I'm asking for real
He lying, he ain't hold his brother down
I done put all this weight on the new body, fuck it, I'm a drop a bag on another round
I don't rock with these bitches, if they wanna kick it, I'm busy, I give them thе run around
I be straight, I don't even wanna comе around
If I ever go broke, and I can't hit the crib, I'm going to my motherfuckin' brother house
I'm off this tequila, I'm deep in the party
I'm tired tonight, can we fuck in the morning?
2018, I was sneaking and geeking
I gave up that pussy all up in them Charges
Who give a fuck? I'ma pop it regardless
Pay for that pussy your mouth is your bargin'
Open me up, and he eat when he starving
Fucking on Shae ain't talking 'bout Hardin
If I drop R&B, they gon' say they want rap back
And I fit on this beat like a snap back
Knocking this pussy, he pulling my cat back
If you booked I cannot get your racks back
Drilling my shit, he ain't know that it clap back
I remember him too, in the scat pack
I'm a put all of this pussy inside of him, that's why he carry my shit in a backpack
Who you know flow like this?
Who you know go like this?
Slide on a ho like this
Let a bitch know right quick
Who you know ride like that?
Hit it from the side like that
Let it go live like that
Fly to the H, and I fly right back
It's always a bitch somewhere running her motherfucking mouth
Ho, shut up
You hoes do too much motherfucking talking
Not enough fucking rapping
COUPE
[Verse]
Why do you hollar 'bout where is my clothes?
Like I care about some fashion appeal
I like a bra with a jacket, bag of some lashes
I don't care 'bout no fashion for real
And don't be fucking round with my cousin, you know that ho dumb, and she flash on a pill
See you be thinking that you got the flow and the talk
No really, I'm asking for real
He lying, he ain't hold his brother down
I done put all this weight on the new body, fuck it, I'm a drop a bag on another round
I don't rock with these bitches, if they wanna kick it, I'm busy, I give them thе run around
I be straight, I don't even wanna comе around
If I ever go broke, and I can't hit the crib, I'm going to my motherfuckin' brother house
I'm off this tequila, I'm deep in the party
I'm tired tonight, can we fuck in the morning?
2018, I was sneaking and geeking
I gave up that pussy all up in them Charges
Who give a fuck? I'ma pop it regardless
Pay for that pussy your mouth is your bargin'
Open me up, and he eat when he starving
Fucking on Shae ain't talking 'bout Hardin
If I drop R&B, they gon' say they want rap back
And I fit on this beat like a snap back
Knocking this pussy, he pulling my cat back
If you booked I cannot get your racks back
Drilling my shit, he ain't know that it clap back
I remember him too, in the scat pack
I'm a put all of this pussy inside of him, that's why he carry my shit in a backpack
Who you know flow like this?
Who you know go like this?
Slide on a ho like this
Let a bitch know right quick
Who you know ride like that?
Hit it from the side like that
Let it go live like that
Fly to the H, and I fly right back
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