Lyrics

Real Real Nigga Sav, aye Hold up, you said 2k made this beat I fucked yo bitch to me she say that was her favorite song She say my music really turn her on Really wit it Dats why I came up in the club wit it Threw my fitted I lost the cap so I threw all my fitteds Chase these bitches Ion chase my liquor why would I chase these bitches I'm doin shows now These bitches be penny pinching So you know they be pocket watching I ain't wit it ion do no flocking Show me what you gone do quit barking Show me what you gone do quit barking Quit talking Quit talking Niggas be talking shit When they knowing they ain't bout it but I'm really wit the shits Hit a lick the other day Jugged this nigga cross the way His ole lady set him up Nigga I ain't come to play Empty yo pockets nigga Got him looking at his hoe like wtf nigga Cuz he heard her on the phone talking bout pull up nigga He thought she was copping weed and now you fucked nigga She caught you up nigga Never lacking tooly on me Beat it up that macaroni Pussy drippin thats that Fiji Put it on me quit the teasing That's my baby drive me brazy Gimme sloppy good good becky Love me hug me keep me comfy You my besty call you Teddy I fucked yo bitch to me she told me that's her favorite song She say my music really turn her on Really wit it Dats why I came up in the club wit it Threw my fitted, I lost the cap So I threw all my fitteds Paper chasing I'm dedicated to the paper chasing Count my blessings I swear to God I learned so many lessons Quit the smoking And ever since man I been really stressing Started drinking I drown my sorrows in that Paul Mason Ain't play at recess best believe that I ain't playing now And ain't no hoe so nigga no I ain't laying down She call me daddy cuz her father was never around I eat it beat it have her leaking man I'm finna drown This song right here her favorite And she don't even know the words But I still fuck wit lil shawty you just ain never heard It go like smoke a L, pass the black, and hit the yakk Getting fucked up back to back And go again right after that Always grounded, keep my pivot Stacking hunnids to the ceiling Need a rollie presidential Need a whip to match my mental Tommy down ain't nothing basic Roll dat shit I'm finna face it Hit her once then replace it All these bitches you my favorite I fucked yo bitch to me she say that was her favorite song She say my music really turn her on Really wit it Dats why I came up in the club wit it Threw my fitted, I lost the cap So I threw all my fitteds Chase these bitches, ion chase my liquor Why would I chase these bitches I'm doin shows now These bitches be penny pinching So you know they pocket watching I ain't wit it ion do no flocking Show me what you gone do quit barking Show me what you gone do quit barking
Writer(s): Sam Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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