Lyrics
Oh oh oooh
Yeah
Yeah
(You ain't gon get your bitch back)
Big rack
Big stacks
Bring all the bitches to the kickback
Ion even want her already did that
Nigga mad he ain't get his bih back
Nigga mad he ain't get his bih back
Nigga mad come and get your bitch back
How the fuck you a gangsta got shit snatched
Designer on designer nigga mix match
Jump out the whip on some pressure all of my niggas so extra uhhh
Niggas say they got a new Benz pull up in compressor uhhh
The way that IÕm dressing ranch, blue cheese, finessin uhhh
All these niggas say life's a bitch, guess IÕm finessin heeer yea
Whippin the work I say andale
She at the did entree
Can't forget balls ain't no fumbling
Give her the dope like itÕs Medell’n
Take her to Benihana, then i kill it like IÕm Jeffery Dahmer
Rocking all this designer, I am the future this not designer
6Õ7 I ain't hard to find
Blow your mind like columbine
.40 on me and the drum combine, you a thought itÕs a concubine
All my niggas wit me sliding, pull up and the opps is dying
I ainÕt even got no mind for mine, nigga I ainÕt even gon compromise
I got these playboy bunnies and these carrots on me man I feel like Hugh Hefner
All of these niggas be checkin but I am so reckless, we leave you like vegetable
We need it all, need it on call, leave your body for the message
Ride with some felons, they keep Wesson, big shit like a Texan
My heart cold as a ice
I ainÕt fumble beat the block up like Ike
Money making so itÕs fuck Uncle Ice
Come for us, snatch em up like we Ice
Tell your bitch
Beat it like Mike, after that, beat it like Mike
Say she bad, she just aight
Expect nothing less when you living that life
Big rack
Big stacks
Bring all the bitches to the kickback
Ion even want her already did that
Nigga mad he ain't get his bih back
Nigga mad he ain't get his bih back
Nigga mad come and get your bitch back
How the fuck you a gangsta got shit snatched
Designer on designer nigga mix match
Amasa Van Zandt, Diamond, Ian Hansford, Nicholas Benjamin
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