K-pop Lyrics

Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin'
'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch
suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go 'head
And mix me a Sprite
with some lean
like it's chemistry
Goddamn, I had four
hoes at one time, they
was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was
plotting on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up
they soul like
Lil Chino be wheelin'
I usually don't beg
but I don't want
the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys

Molly, my cup
look like bath salt
And I'm too high
horsed for asphalt
Therefore I'm in
clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed
it's the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash cow
I switch through
the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich
and we dangerous
I'm at Piccadilly's
with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking
like a chitlin, nigga
The money long
like a Philly, nigga
Make me catch you
slipping then
it's Christmas, nigga
The bulletproof can take a
missile, nigga
I got Benji on me
and he crippin' nigga
I done wrapped
the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped
the Bentley in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming
pool in the living room
How I'm living, nigga
I ain't swimming, nigga
Only thing that me
and Michael Phelps
Got in common is
that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe's going wild

Saint Laurent shorty
and totting that .40
We move through
the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain
like the rocks that I slang
Only difference
them bitches, they VVS
I know these
bitches gon' change
And fuck on whoever
whenever they see a check
If you do not
fuck with the gang
Don't act like you do
when you see us
just keep it that
Swing through your block
bring that sweeper back
Land on your spot
where your peoples at
Smoke you
where ever we see you at
You don't want
no problem so keep at that
'Fore you get your
man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
(what you do)
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper
on the scale, nigga
Little homies
talking big money
When the wars
on you'll tell, nigga
Put a bag on your main hitta
When them things hit 'em
that’s an L nigga
So you should be home
before mama got
dinner for sale, nigga
And that’s all I’ma
tell niggas, and that's it

Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin'
'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch
suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go 'head
And mix me a Sprite
with some lean
like it's chemistry
Goddamn, I had four
hoes at one time, they
was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was
plotting on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up
they soul like
Lil Chino be wheelin'
I usually don't beg
but I don't want
the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys

Everywhere I go, I keep
a chopper with me, whoa
I ain't with that diss song shit
I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred shooters with me
whoa, VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
badaboom, badabing (21)
Mob shit, send the hit
shoot up your car shit
Put them blue tips
in that cartridge (21)
We put them drums
in them carbines (21)
We pull up on rappers
and spark 'em (21)
I might take your chain
if it sparkle (Facts)
Street nigga really
came from nothing (What?)
Strip a nigga like
Caine cousin (21)
Kill a nigga then
you saying something (What?)
You was talking, nigga
I was hustling (What?)
We was shooting, nigga
you was ducking (Whoa)
You was texting, nigga
I was fucking (21)
I was betting nigga
you was bluffing (21)
Hide and seek, nigga
I was hunching (Facts)
Car foreign and
my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a
concussion (21, 21)

Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin'
'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch
suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go 'head
And mix me a Sprite
with some lean
like it's chemistry
Goddamn, I had four
hoes at one time, they
was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was
plotting on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up
they soul like
Lil Chino be wheelin'
I usually don't beg
but I don't want
the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys