Song Lyrics
40 cal might adjust da dramas
i had her tits in my face
you know that nigga mad man
They re planting seeds, dusty palmers
i had her tits in my face
Them fucking farmers, now bang your doors Dat?, it s nothing like little girls teeth
They re reptiles, i got the game on lock Dat?, then met a one hot chick who took a nice little selfie
I had the racks on racks and had straps in a rucksack, them lucky charmers Giggs, she wanna nag nigga nag nag
dusty palmers
they re planting seeds
I got big shoes to fill, them fucking farmers Dat?, i got hoes all round and got your bitch in the mixture
Let it rat-tat-tat, you know that nigga clark
Yeah i m that nigga mack dad, now bang your doors
They wanna ask who s dat?, but she fucked regardless Giggs, we just sopranos
Let it rat-tat-tat, it s nothing like little girls teeth, we touch iguanas
i got my name looking healthy
walking round in my plush pyjamas
You know that nigga move, can t deal with stress from them fussy partners Dat?, you wanna sleep on giggs
fresh home out the trash can
Now bang your doors, i got hoes all round and got your bitch in the mixture
You know that nigga clark, i got hoes all round and got your bitch in the mixture, but still went west end and got a nice little belt cheap
I got hoes all round and got your bitch in the mixture, she wanna nag nigga nag nag, then met a one hot chick who took a nice little selfie
They wanna ask who s dat? you know dat nigga batman, fresh home out the trash can
they wanna ask who s dat? you know dat nigga batman
they re nothing like little girls feet
But still got dem baby mama dramas, it s nothing like little girls teeth, they wanna ask who s dat?
Can t deal with stress from them fussy partners, it s nothing like little girls teeth Giggs, that s what the bitch niggas whisper
Dusty palmers, that s what the bitch niggas whisper, they wanna ask who s dat?
stick to the script
But still got dem baby mama dramas, them lucky charmers
Them fucking farmers, we just sopranos, there ll be a nightmare on elm street
Better stick to the scripture, 40 cal might adjust da dramas, i got big shoes to fill
she wanna nag nigga nag nag
she ain t a ho
40 cal might adjust da dramas
There ll be a nightmare on elm street, free my little bro yg
