Letra Significado

Descrição

Descrição ainda não cadastrada.

Letra

Rich Squad, finna drop the Young, nigga, I got two sons
Mad Max, pullin' up with sixty, bitch, I got two guns
Broke nigga sayin' that they trap, they ain't never do nothin'
Love bad bitches 'cause all I do is just have fun
Ball hard, she tryna touch me, I use her whole tongue
I get money, you don't, so you need to go fund
All opps dead in the frontal, they in a fat blunt
Fourth down and I'm still passin' 'cause bitch, I don't punt
Slow down, need a deposit, nigga, I don't front
You ain't movin' packs like I do, it's gon' be a slow month
Even in a drought we be sippin', bitch, I just poured up
I just hit a slut with her boyfriend, she got caught up
Only for the family and money what father taught us
Yeah, she is a baddie, her friend is a kinda-sorta
Me and two bitches, a threesomе, I'm Travis Porter
Trap shit right on my stomach, I'm tatted all up
Face tеn woods, nigga, someone get me a water
Ayy, baby, bend your knees, I'm the Ruff Ryder
Neighborhood drug dealer killer, neighborhood spider
I was in her mouth, broke her throat, but she is a fighter
She said I should put it in her— because it's tighter
That's why I love bad bitches
That's why, I love bad bitches
One love ass bitches
Type that wanna leave the club ass bitches
Baby, let me beat it up, I'm vicious

Gírias

Gírias ainda não cadastradas.

Próxima música

3. Hanging With Wolves