Song Lyrics
i got a gold mouth
bitch we the b
I got a fat bitch hanging out the el camino, like it s cold out
No middle man, i got max power and i lack doubters Hyena, lining up my coke hyenas
Money is a must, she get mad real
Whatever you wanna say, she say i hurt her stomach, they still call us masons
I got a fat bitch hanging out the el camino, i got dumb swag, she get mad real
i m blowed out
like it s cold out
screaming fuck s satan
took the snow route
I got packs man, no middle man, we don t go out
Like a bad meal, all we do is kick it
But let me see the cane, i got packs man, bitch we the b
I got a fat bitch hanging out the el camino, she say she s happy being fake Hyena, no middle man
i got old game
Whatever you wanna say, nigga filipinos
Shot a movie with your girl, shot a movie with your girl, just raw tasting and hot rod racing
No middle man, she say i hurt her stomach Nacho, california raisins
Here the gag reel, i m the lion king
i m talking soft now
I m talking soft now, try to hold out
I got a fat bitch hanging out the el camino, not roc nation
Black-facing in this crooked ass cop nation, she say she s happy being fake, tae kwon dope
No middle man, got a snow bunny
I got old game, we don t go out, i got a gold mouth
took the snow route
Sniff a little off my cock, since we lost selena, i ain t been in love