Letras
Tell em how I had you in a figure four
Why they wanna try me while I'm on parole
They know he ain't scared to let them bitxhes go
I remember cooking cookie on my mama stove
Every club we hit always had to bring the poles Always had to bring the hoes that exotic smoke
She can't get the dick no more baby go buy you a rose
I put this on everything love ain't just legit no more
Bitxhes wanna be niggas now they don't wanna be fem no more independent roles
Claiming that they self-made onlyfans made you bold
Now for seven dollars I could watch a bitxh come out her clothes
Ain't no fuckn'love my heart on my sleeve that's a fashion bug
Nigga make me mad enough fuck around might rob the plug
I got growing pains guess I ain't done growing up
They say Taure what you doing chasing money
I got babies say no problems pick them babies up
Back on my Arcadia where I whip up the greatest stuff
Pushing p
Pleasure and prosperity primarily
If I do propose that bitxh gone be Sara Lee
Sex appeal like cheeroke backseat of that Cherokee I'm a make lil baby leak
Told that bitxh got me fucked up bout my legacy Roll the wood Elijah Wood when it come to rings
I remember slaving I know how it feel to be segregated
When the love lost feel unappreciated
But I stayed solid ain't make no deals with satan 10 toes on the pavement on Allah im patient
I got this one in the bag cause of how I paced it
Mmmm nother 24 nother huh uh cutthroat huh free Willy Joe
All he know is go want all the smoke easily provoked
2n2 together now he throwing up the 4
4times on the north
That's Givenchy Prada cloth I don't mind if it cost cause I work my ass off
No Paul gasol in the paint he yannis dawg he on Adderall
He ain't nodding off Lucious with a cookie know her cookie cotton ball
Ok bitxh I'm signing off!