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lance markeith - she want lyrics

swag tight
tgst, rnr records
keith j. j feral mckinley

she want presents and gifts
i just wanna give her the d+ck
p+ssy wet her kitten is dripping
she b+tchin’ insist that i give her a sip
of my promethazine i said k
no ketamine
i’m just gonna let it be
imma show her sh+t she ain’t never seen
show her sh+t she can’t see like
no lights no panties
i don’t like romancing
i go like a chimpanzee
that’s bananas when we bangin no bandanas
we need to cut on a fan
but she feeling some kind of way from the candles

hook: (st. jean)
she want that gucci and the prada
and that dolce and gabbana
tryna chill with all the stoners
poppin’ molly at the party
telling me to f+ck harder
you ain’t fit to be a mother
i ain’t tryna be a father
please don’t call my phone tomorrow
i’ll be busy wifing dollars
chasing like there’s no tomorrow
you can talk bout me no problem
and if you see me up in person
tell yo main b+tch sayonara
only want her for some knowledge
tgs is what we f+cking call it
verse: (lance markeith as keith j.)
i say smoking a spliff
meanwhile she choking a d+ck
i’m hoping she don’t fall in love
and she just hoping it fit
hate to sound like a basic n+gga
but i think rolling off this latex n+gga (whatchu think?)
she would hate a n+gga
what she look like having my baby n+gga (you crazy)
sorry ms. jackson i can’t be her friend
can’t give her what she want (what she want)
cause she wanna benz
she wanna roll around with her friends
and think in her mind how she better than them
she just wanna superman
and nah i can’t be him
she wanna walk around in hollywood
new york city and she prolly could
gotta pretty face and her body good
but i just started rapping, don’t know how to do it
constantly smoking and drinking
with n+ggas whose accounts
are like more than we think
the gucci and prada the furs and the minks
and they took my boo thing turned into a diva
like whoa!
i saw that girl yesterday
heard she f+ck with an investor
just for pay
heard he buying her new sh+t just to slay
and my bank ain’t do it justice babe
i say hold up cause i got it
when i roll up in that gati
imma get a bad b+tch from the 813
if i roll up at this party
hook:
she want that gucci and the prada
and that dolce and gabbana
tryna chill with all the stoners
poppin’ molly at the party
telling me to f+ck harder
you ain’t fit to be a mother
i ain’t tryna be a father
please don’t call my phone tomorrow
i’ll be busy wifing
chasing like there’s no tomorrow
you can talk bout me no problem
and if you see me up in person
tell yo main b+tch sayonara
only want her for some knowledge
tgs is what we f+cking call it

verse: (ycf tha boss)
aiite hold up right quick
let me slide up in this b+tch
tell you bout life and sh+t
and how alla these b+tches be trife and sh+t
talking bout wife’n sh+t
you must’ve lost yo mind
i’m just out here on my grind
i’m just tryna get me mine
gucci, louis, prada fendi
b+tch you can’t get none of that
i just want my money
talking all my money gimme alla that
yeah you ain’t worth my time
you ain’t worth a dime get up off my mind
imma continue to smoke this pine
and drop these dope ass rhymes
hook:
she want that gucci and the prada
and that dolce and gabbana
tryna chill with all the stoners
poppin’ molly at the party
telling me to f+ck harder
you ain’t fit to be a mother
i ain’t tryna be a father
please don’t call my phone tomorrow
i’ll be busy wifing
chasing like there’s no tomorrow
you can talk bout me no problem
and if you see me up in person
tell yo main b+tch sayonara
only want her for some knowledge
tgs is what we f+cking call it

- lance markeith lyrics

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