(Intro)
That's what I feel on my chairs
22's on my beemer
Bad b**h in my crib
Dancing like she Fatima
That groupie hoe I don't need her
She love the dick and want real
She lovin me
She lovin me
Hey could it be
Man could it be
(Verse)
The way that that bounce back
20K for a drag
I's the boss code red
Fahrenheit in bed
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I think really dogs that he could be
There's follow V neck that's a good thing
Too hot for your girl man I could be
Printing dough now we're letting it in a cool breeze
By the way I'm by your crib
Laying by your girl
She going bad
s**ing dick and eating p**y
Swear to God oh me oh my
Hoe say I shouldn't be so fly
f**ed every girl in the 3 0 5
Could've made the cup girl
But you s** dick and I see your eyes
(Hook)
Are you talking bud
I don't play those games
And these other girls
Don't move the same
Everything you say to me boy
I done heard before
Sick are your stories and I just wanna know
Could it be you (x12)
(Verse)
Don Trip king of hearts
I know she love me
I know she do
But I'm good too her and bad for her
No wonder why she's so perfumie
Pulling out with my new b**hes
Like pourin salt to an open wound
Fly guy no cocoon
Shine in her heart I'mma blow a fuse
Missing marbles broken screws
Just sliding through like bowling shoes
Not trickin on her
Not tippin homie
Pimp sh** that's a daughter rule
I'm bowlin at that prime time
Sorry boo you're a side line
My flow retarded she give me brains
Till I start fillin like Einstein
I don't hit her like a line dry
Still baked when I slide by
My crowd now freaking fly
Wardrobe is a mile high
And my heart is not for you
On the bright side I enjoy you
But honestly I'm a bit surprised
You're best friend they want you
(Hook)
Are you talking bud
I don't play those games
And these other girls
Don't move the same
Everything you say to me boy
I done heard before
Sick are your stories and I just wanna know
Could it be you (x12)