CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hella basic !
And I don’t got no f**kin’ haters
Told that b*t*h she gotta go
I’m just here to make a paper
Get the bag and then I’ll go
I just roll up with the choppa
No Harley yo’ head go splat
On the pavement, I’m pavin’
On road to get up on the map
Listen b*t*h, if you think that you was gonna play my sh*t
Know this rapper mad, I’ll do it one day, gonna make it rich
And if right now you just ran over I might kick you out the crib
Cuz I ain’t f**kin’ with no past b*t*h, only loyal hoes I want
Cuz yo’ girl she stay with you for two years, who she givin’ top, ay, yuh
Sorry, I didn’t mean to take yo’ b*t*h
Maybe if you learn to rap, or got some ice up on yo’ wrist
Cuz your girl is hella basic, she just want some fire d**k
She just want some triple d**k, just everytime she f**kin’ pricks
She just want to stay at home and get f**ked up wit’ fancy tricks
b*t*h I’m sorry I gon’ have to call the thot police
Stayin’ on your what you thought b*t*h please
No this ain’t no shot lil B
And I don’t got no f**kin’ haters
Told that b*t*h she gotta go
I’m just here to make a paper
Get the bag and then I’ll go
I just roll up with the choppa
No Harley yo’ head go splat
On the pavement, I’m pavin’
On road to get up on the map
Sorry, I know you b*t*hes want me
But I [?] get up off me
Told that b*t*h she gotta go
I’m just here to make a paper
Get the bag and then I’ll go
I just roll up with the choppa
No Harley yo’ head go splat
On the pavement, I’m pavin’
On road to get up on the map
Listen b*t*h, if you think that you was gonna play my sh*t
Know this rapper mad, I’ll do it one day, gonna make it rich
And if right now you just ran over I might kick you out the crib
Cuz I ain’t f**kin’ with no past b*t*h, only loyal hoes I want
Cuz yo’ girl she stay with you for two years, who she givin’ top, ay, yuh
Sorry, I didn’t mean to take yo’ b*t*h
Maybe if you learn to rap, or got some ice up on yo’ wrist
Cuz your girl is hella basic, she just want some fire d**k
She just want some triple d**k, just everytime she f**kin’ pricks
She just want to stay at home and get f**ked up wit’ fancy tricks
b*t*h I’m sorry I gon’ have to call the thot police
Stayin’ on your what you thought b*t*h please
No this ain’t no shot lil B
And I don’t got no f**kin’ haters
Told that b*t*h she gotta go
I’m just here to make a paper
Get the bag and then I’ll go
I just roll up with the choppa
No Harley yo’ head go splat
On the pavement, I’m pavin’
On road to get up on the map
Sorry, I know you b*t*hes want me
But I [?] get up off me
