Yeah, on god
On god
On god
Bro told me stay out the streets cause I murda beats
She wanna fuck know she heard of me
I'm sorry mom but I look up to Shottas
In the courts we pick and roll
Bet we get up close
And she off a molly she fuckin my mans
Please don't call my phone, get me at the tone
You know I can't lack cause I'm name brand
Pull up I'm spraying, you ain't even going home
On god
I ain't capping I really fuck moms
Put your kid to sleep, and let me beat it up
I'm getting tired, come and eat me up
Yeah, on god
And I just want the head cause she plastic
And she do gymnastics
s*x be fantastic
I like how she arching she throwing it back
On me, real bod breed zombie, y pree
Look at my chain bullets hit your body
Bro got a uzi slide like we Toosi
And we shoot a movie we do it smoothly
Switching whips and let's get em
Fuckin a bad bitch she squirt on my denim
Fuck her with my chains on you hear the clink
Fuck in the Audi, fuck in the Benz
We met in the party, first met her friend
You know I just spit real facts
I don't cap in my rap little boy you pretend
Bullets hit up his back got me sinning again
Aim so immaculate, that's a fact again
Tweak on the net he ain't outside so they packed his friend
Gangsta in my blood on god
Bro told me stay out the streets cause I murda beats
She wanna fuck know she heard of me
I'm sorry mom but I look up to Shottas
In the courts we pick and roll
Bet we get up close
And she off a molly she fuckin my mans
Please don't call my phone, get me at the tone
You know I can't lack cause I'm name brand
Pull up I'm sprayin, you ain't even going home
On god
I ain't capping I really fuck moms
Put your kid to sleep, and let me beat it up
I'm getting tired, come and eat me up
Yeah, on god
And I just want the head cause she plastic
And she do gymnastics
s*x be fantastic
I like how she arching she throwing it back
I like how she arching she throwing it back
I wanna fuck with no strings attached
She get nasty
Naughty lil freak she gon suck on my bro's
My name on her nails just to show her friends
Know you chasing clout again
Think we better off as friends, on god
I'm in my bag, I know they sad
And we ain't gon circle at night
Daytime we know they all outside
Homie ain't run he thought he was Luke Cage
Gun play, all day
Wish I could go back to my ball days
Bro told me stay out the streets cause I murda beats
She wanna fuck know she heard of me
I'm sorry mom but I look up to Shottas
In the courts we pick and roll
Bet we get up close
And she off a molly she fuckin my mans
Please don't call my phone, get me at the tone
You know I can't lack cause I'm name brand
Pull up I'm spraying, you ain't even going home
On god
I ain't capping I really fuck moms
Put your kid to sleep, and let me beat it up
I'm getting tired, come and eat me up
Yeah, on god
And I just want the head cause she plastic
And she do gymnastics
s*x be fantastic
I like how she arching she throwing it back
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Shottas - Hoodbaby Peppa
