Lyrics

I came from the bottom lil nigga All I ever dreamt about was being hoodricch No flexin I don't model lil nigga I just got a check and I ain't gotta show you This Louis uffel getting heavy Cause it's holding all my fetty Got me feeling like ya ya ya I know this shawty she gon let me in In the BM's with a Chevy and you fucking with a ya ya ya I just wanna pull up in that Ray Smith Flooded diamonds, looking like spaceships See I just wanna count that dough and take trips Pussy nigga he be walking with that fake deep My shooter got a dirty with the beam on it She fucking so I had to put a team on it And she just tryna poke we ain't tryna marry Plus she knows I got the k she get a hundred carat I told my pick homie we gon seek Ill's way now I gotta be rogue no more aye yo And when they freak Chillo I Know he a real nigga Kiss all o my hoes on tour Baby I'm not nothing like your last boy Shrimp, lobster, make sure you got your fast boy In the coup I do not have a back store I get her and chillin nothing I gotta ask her I came from the bottom lil nigga All I ever dreamt about was being hoodricch No flexin I don't model lil nigga I just got a check and I ain't gotta show you This Louis uffel getting heavy Cause it's holding all my fetty Got me feeling like ya ya ya I know this shawty she gon let me in In the BM's with a Chevy and you fucking with a ya ya ya Ricch sex she always wanna have ricch sex I bend her and beat it then I leave her lips wet Shooter with me they always carry they big tank Got a problem come out niggas ain't miss shit See the whole game now I be screaming We just tryna get the green but we not peeking I been running to the bands till my feet hurt Oh it might be on but listen to the teacher She definitely make a profit make her teeth hurt I'm not pimpin I'm just tryna get my feet firm I been sma-sma-smashing on sexy bitches If she bad I might put that bitch in reverse I'm the sheet bitches you should be jumping on me 20 piece on me I feed these bitches they fucking hungry High horse ride my dick like a fucking pony Speak enough that I got this shit on my fucking lonely I came from the bottom lil nigga All I ever dreamt about was being hoodricch No flexin I don't model lil nigga I just got a check and I ain't gotta show shit This Louis uffel getting heavy Cause it's holding all my fetty Got me feeling like ya ya ya I know this shawty she gon let me in In the BM's with a Chevy and you fucking with a ya ya ya
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Mistey Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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