كلمات الأغاني
This is JBon coming at you live from the 209
Right now I'm playing three Peat Freestyle from D-mo, Ivan, and your boy Vince
Coming back to back to back
Lil' bitch you better pay me, I been getting money, I been making it on the daily
Niggas out here, they gon' still be hating
I don't give a fuck, nigga I'm tryna get that Maybach ah
Nigga, I got money on your head. Niggas out here
They been tripping, they been wanting me dead
I ain't even tripping, lil niggas, I'll take your bitch instead
Niggas out here, they tryna take my bread
And I don't give a fuck, got your bitch with one more night
Giving me that neck, I ain't need me stress
Niggas I wanna flex
Nigga, I just get that bread
Get on racks nigga, I just get instead
Yeah, and it's true, huh
Pull up with that Henny, pull up with the 1942, uh
Baby girl telling me what's the move uh
But they fuck with me, cause young nigga hella smooth, uh
Yeah, yeah we turning up though
No Fortnite on these niggas, pull up with the double pump though
I don't fuck with your nigga, he a chump though
I be with the gang, you know we be turning up though
Yeah, baby girl don't hate me
I ain't no game, so don't try to play me
Yeah, I'm getting slim, but don't try to do me shady (woo woo)
Play football, yeah I'm going fucking deep
Just like your mom, she's in my sheets
Pass her to the gang, I pass her to the opp
When I see the lights, yeah I know I never stop
Andrew over here, he look real nice
Pussy on my dick, yeah shit real tight
Vince up next, yeah you know he's on deck
With all this cash, yeah you know we gotta flex
Lil' bitch you better pay me
I been getting money, I been making it on the daily
Niggas out here, they gon' still be hating
I don't give a fuck, nigga I'm trying to get that Maybach
Ha, nigga, I got money on your head
Niggas out here, getting trippin', they don't want me dead
Niggas out here, they trying to take my bread
I don't give a fuck, got your bitch up on her neck
Giving me the neck, I ain't even stressed
Niggas out here, wanna flex
Nigga, I just get that bread
Count racks, nigga, I just get it instead
In that infinity, got 150 on the dash
I been up out my bag, I been up out my cash
I don't fuck with your hoes, I don't fuck with the past
I been with my niggas, we don't fuck with no trash
We gon' make this shit lit
Shout out to LMV, pull up to the party make that bitch lit
Got blues on me, baby but I ain't no crip
You know me, huh I ain't really with this shit
I got too much to lose
Baby girl, what's the mood
They fuck with my flow, cause my shit hella smooth
Tell me what to do, tell me what to do
I don't give a fuck, who the fuck is you uh
Who the fuck is you
Bitch, I'm on a fucking roll
Called up your mom, cause she's my hoe
I pass it to the gang cause you already know
I hit it once, and I'll hit it again
Bend it over, cause she's a ten
I'll call it off, for her friends
I want it all, I'm going right in
That pussy so wet, man, it's gotta be a sin, yeah
Woo
Daniel Morales, Ivan Montanez, Vincent Mejia
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