[Intro]
Marco Polo, Bitch
This my last post
Cuz i'm done with yo ass
I'm done with yo lil black James Bond shit
You just doing that shit for the likes
Doing that shit for the gram
But guess what? you done my nigga
Cuz we ain't never been on a vacation
But you was with that Bambi bitch
On these sites getting tags and shit
Passports stamping it up
Barbados, Botswana, Djibouti, nigga
Oh, you think I ain't know about that?
You know I went through your profile, motherfucker
Like, you know I was there
I told you "You know who the fuck I am?"
You know what, you know what
You ain't shit
(creole)
[Verse 1: Dot Cromwell]
This ain't really for discussion
She got some hittas 'round the way
Could fuck around and press the button
And if you know her like I do you know she always into something
But niggas love it
The world is hers, she wanna hold it, she wanna hold it
She blow the smoke and hit the bottle
Oh, yeah, she living by the code
Making her money on the road
Cold road, she pick up any hours
No thing as too many hours
I swear she a goddess on the pole
Cold pole, she ride it like a Masi'
Mirrors in the ceiling got her looking at herself
Marco Polo, Bitch
This my last post
Cuz i'm done with yo ass
I'm done with yo lil black James Bond shit
You just doing that shit for the likes
Doing that shit for the gram
But guess what? you done my nigga
Cuz we ain't never been on a vacation
But you was with that Bambi bitch
On these sites getting tags and shit
Passports stamping it up
Barbados, Botswana, Djibouti, nigga
Oh, you think I ain't know about that?
You know I went through your profile, motherfucker
Like, you know I was there
I told you "You know who the fuck I am?"
You know what, you know what
You ain't shit
(creole)
[Verse 1: Dot Cromwell]
This ain't really for discussion
She got some hittas 'round the way
Could fuck around and press the button
And if you know her like I do you know she always into something
But niggas love it
The world is hers, she wanna hold it, she wanna hold it
She blow the smoke and hit the bottle
Oh, yeah, she living by the code
Making her money on the road
Cold road, she pick up any hours
No thing as too many hours
I swear she a goddess on the pole
Cold pole, she ride it like a Masi'
Mirrors in the ceiling got her looking at herself
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