Lyrics

Pour that wick inside my Fanta, while I walk inside my phantom And I'm steppin' in Givenchy, tie my shoes, no, you can't have 'em And this perky got me trippin', I be walkin' with no balance Catch a nigga lackin' (Far, far) we let 'em have it 'Cause I walk in with this stick And I'm leavin' with your bitch I got water on my wrist Gas so stank, it smell like piss How you hard, but you make this Yeah, that bitch broke, she need a fix Brodie trippin' tie yo' shit Why that lil' bitch all on dick? I feel like yeat, I'm going six Wanna hear, gonna drip like this Yeah, I be floating, I feel like a astronaut He think he harder than me, nigga, no you're not He wanna bring a FN to a choppa house I get the pack and I bet that I send it out Trappin' these niggas, I treat them like little mouse I don't be fickin' these hoes, all I want is the mouth Pour that wick inside my Fanta, while I walk inside my phantom And I'm steppin' in Givenchy, tie my shoes, no, you can't have 'em And this perky got me trippin', I be walkin' with no balance Catch a nigga lackin' (Far, far) we let 'em have it
Writer(s): Michael Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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