Mo Digits Fenix Flexin
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[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Jumpin' out the whip, blick up on the hip
Pick a side and stay there, you niggas on the fence
You ain't ballin' on the court, boy, you on the bench
I don't gotta say too much to get lil' baby's head
And she don't wanna be a freak no more
It's a lil' late for that, she for the streets for sure
Yeah, that pussy hot and ready like a pizza roll
It's crazy what these bitches doing for a piece of dough
Nigga, lil' baby suckin' dick for some chump change
But I'm that nigga tryna break her, I can't complain
Ruth's Chris, left the table with some cum stains
Everything bе fun and games 'til that gun bang
Nigga, RIP the homies
If I catch that nigga, yеah, I ain't speakin' on it
I just sold a white bitch to the freaky homie
Had to wake 'em up, boy, these niggas were dreamin' on me
[Chorus]
She want a go-getter that's gon' go get it (That's gon' go get it)
I want a gold-digger that bring more digits (That bring more digits)
I ain't gettin' in that whip unless it's poles in it
You and me are not the same, nigga, I get more digits (I get more digits)
If she got it from her mama, then I want her mama (Then I want her mama)
Yeah, that pussy so tight, it took off the condom (Took off the condom)
You tried to fuck, she ain't want it, but with me, she want it (But with me, she want it)
Fenix put her in that Benz, she was in a Honda
(FBeat go crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Jumpin' out the whip, blick up on the hip
Pick a side and stay there, you niggas on the fence
You ain't ballin' on the court, boy, you on the bench
I don't gotta say too much to get lil' baby's head
And she don't wanna be a freak no more
It's a lil' late for that, she for the streets for sure
Yeah, that pussy hot and ready like a pizza roll
It's crazy what these bitches doing for a piece of dough
Nigga, lil' baby suckin' dick for some chump change
But I'm that nigga tryna break her, I can't complain
Ruth's Chris, left the table with some cum stains
Everything bе fun and games 'til that gun bang
Nigga, RIP the homies
If I catch that nigga, yеah, I ain't speakin' on it
I just sold a white bitch to the freaky homie
Had to wake 'em up, boy, these niggas were dreamin' on me
[Chorus]
She want a go-getter that's gon' go get it (That's gon' go get it)
I want a gold-digger that bring more digits (That bring more digits)
I ain't gettin' in that whip unless it's poles in it
You and me are not the same, nigga, I get more digits (I get more digits)
If she got it from her mama, then I want her mama (Then I want her mama)
Yeah, that pussy so tight, it took off the condom (Took off the condom)
You tried to fuck, she ain't want it, but with me, she want it (But with me, she want it)
Fenix put her in that Benz, she was in a Honda
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