[Chorus]
Take a motherfucker to the cleaners
On the court with a Glock, no Gilbert Arenas
Some hoes want fame, others want money
But she fuckin' me just because my demeanor
I remember when these bitches was sleepin'
Back in the day when the Swishers were sweeter
I remember when these bitches was creepin'
Fuck on my homie, suck mе the next weekend (Yеah)
I'm off the ground nowhere to be found
I remember I was selling them pounds
We would rob a nigga just for a ounce
Count the money to a bigger amount
She can't talk with my dick in her mouth
Twelve came, hide the stick in the couch
What these niggas about?
Postin’ pictures of guns, do that shit for the clout
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Take a motherfucker to the cleaners
On the court with a Glock, no Gilbert Arenas
Some hoes want fame, others want money
But she fuckin' me just because my demeanor
I remember when these bitches was sleepin'
Back in the day when the Swishers were sweeter
I remember when these bitches was creepin'
Fuck on my homie, suck me the next weekend
(Yeah)
I'm off the ground nowhere to be found
I remember I was selling them pounds
We would rob a nigga just for a ounce
Count the money to a bigger amount
She can't talk with my dick in her mouth
Twelve came, hide the stick in the couch
What these niggas about?
Postin’ pictures of guns, do that shit for the clout
Take a motherfucker to the cleaners
On the court with a Glock, no Gilbert Arenas
Some hoes want fame, others want money
But she fuckin' me just because my demeanor
I remember when these bitches was sleepin'
Back in the day when the Swishers were sweeter
I remember when these bitches was creepin'
Fuck on my homie, suck mе the next weekend (Yеah)
I'm off the ground nowhere to be found
I remember I was selling them pounds
We would rob a nigga just for a ounce
Count the money to a bigger amount
She can't talk with my dick in her mouth
Twelve came, hide the stick in the couch
What these niggas about?
Postin’ pictures of guns, do that shit for the clout
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Take a motherfucker to the cleaners
On the court with a Glock, no Gilbert Arenas
Some hoes want fame, others want money
But she fuckin' me just because my demeanor
I remember when these bitches was sleepin'
Back in the day when the Swishers were sweeter
I remember when these bitches was creepin'
Fuck on my homie, suck me the next weekend
(Yeah)
I'm off the ground nowhere to be found
I remember I was selling them pounds
We would rob a nigga just for a ounce
Count the money to a bigger amount
She can't talk with my dick in her mouth
Twelve came, hide the stick in the couch
What these niggas about?
Postin’ pictures of guns, do that shit for the clout
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