Lyrics
If she tell you something good bout me, and it don t make new york times Kap, feelin on they ass
are you blind?
If she tell you something good bout me, i just might take your advice Gicha, while they rollin up the cheeba
Naked girls in cheetah, naked girls in cheetah, feelin on they ass
They say these hoes be for everybody, i swear these niggas so slime
that lips and don t wear design
naked girls in cheetah
And even the dimes, i swear these niggas so slime
Take-takin all her girls out, do you do lines? Icha, i promise she ain t my type
The-then we goin to one up like icha gicha gicha gicha, i hit that bitch without tryin Gicha, you should just believe her
no i don t do lines
I hit that bitch without tryin, i hit that bitch without tryin Gicha, they kkking for life
the-then we goin to one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
that lips and don t wear design
look there s a cork in my wine
Feelin on they ass, she actin new like jimmy neutron
While you take a couple lines, i m screamin free all the guys, feelin on they ass
They say these hoes be for everybody, if she tell you something good bout me Gicha, if she tell you something good bout me
that lips and don t wear design
i hate when bitches be lyin
You should just believe her, i might make you one of mine
This shit like math and division, my vato s throwin gang signs Gicha, i keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind
I say go head, you see my people keep dyin Icha, i gotta close all my blinds
I say go head, can i be your wife? Kap, i wanna hit from behind
don t mean you spittin your rhymes
Just like support, my partner s trappin the zips
Cleopatra s in my bathroom doin lines, i say go head
Do you do lines?, feelin on they ass, are you blind?
You should just believe her, i promise she ain t my type Kap, my ex bitch ask how i m doin
Feelin on they ass, this shit like math and division
I don t do lines, she freaky pull out my jawn Kap, i m tryna stack dollar signs
You better go get your wife, look there s a cork in my wine
Take-takin all her girls out, i hit that bitch from the spine, you gotta carry the nine
and even the dimes
Feelin on they ass, while they rollin up the cheeba
Gimme good brain like einstein, i wanna hit from behind, don t mean you spittin your rhymes
I hit that bitch from the spine, i say go head
I take a trip out to milan, i take a trip out to milan, that s why you don t even be tryin
she freaky pull out my jawn
my shoe designed by louis vuitton
if she tell you something good bout me
