[Intro]
Dawgshit Records
Don't play with him
[Verse]
Listen, baby, I got dope to sell
She said, "Papi, I don't want you to leave," that's how you 'sposed to feel
Would you tat' my name on your face so I know it's real?
Police ever get behind the car, lil' baby know the drill
Bitch, I'm off a bean, bitch, I'm rollin', like a ferris wheel
If she suck dick good enough, I'll buy her a pair of heels
I got a lick in the hood that sniff more white than Paris Hilton
Junkies in and out the building
She ask me when I'm coming home
You call me back to back, you got me startin' to think that somethin' wrong
You know what the fuck goin' on
I be there with a load for you
Bitch, I ain't got no clothes for you
I'm tryna get a roll with you
She see me pack my bags, she say, "I wanna hit the road with you"
As long as you don't mind driving, baby girl, I don't see no issue
She know that I'm a dog, she know I sell dog
If you ever feel alone, then I'm the nigga you could call
Said she got a lot of shit on her mind
Jump in this car with me and ride
Roll this Backwood, let's get high
Turn the music up, let's vibe
But baby, through the speed limit
It's heroin in the car and weed in it
I ball like the CP3 nigga
Long hair bitch, no weave in it
She throwin' her feelings, I'm weaving it
These niggas be cap, don't believe in it
I walk in, fresh as the Jesus nigga
Cartier's on, I don't see niggas
She say, "I ain't feelin' that"
I hate when you don't hit me back
Mind your business, bitch, get back
She call my dog, like, "Where is Pap'"
I'm high as hell, meant to call you back
Fell asleep phone, sittin' in my lap
She think I'm with a nat-nat
Got bundles and dogs and crack bags
Lil' baby not a fat-ass, but she got a fat ass
Can't wait 'til she take her pants off
Screamin', "Ice me out", like Kash Doll
I'm tryna get in yo' damn jaw
Bae help me get these grams off
If you wanna pay the landlord
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