roscoe dash – receipt lyrics
[chorus: roscoe dash]
she says she want a n-gga that will buy her nice things
a getaway where he don’t wanna do the right things
i told her she ain’t never met a n-gga like me
and when she bust it open, i send it right back
give it to you ways that you ain’t never seen girl
i’ma put it on you ’til you scream girl
come and let me show what i mean girl
i make you cream girl, i bet you like that
[verse 1: roscoe dash]
she said go dumb and i do that, put it in a suplex
work it out broke two sweats, doggystyle like two pets
baby i’m a nuisance, use it to it’s useless
send you right back to your man
just to let him know he’s juice-less
don’t mean to brag but i’m on it right now
she like the way the paint switches, peach to scarlet right now
i walk in the room, well it started right now
i left her house, she do is call and say i want it right now
been on the top two years, two summers (yeah)
’bout time someone took me under (yeah)
and who better then your b-tch? (go)
that’s my favorite girl, no wonder
you feed her breakfast, lunch, and supper (yeah)
i text her, meet her, f-ck her (yeah)
you kiss her at the end of the night ’cause you’re a sucker, hah
[chorus: roscoe dash]
she says she want a n-gga that will buy her nice things
a getaway where he don’t wanna do the right things
i told her she ain’t never met a n-gga like me
and when she bust it open, i send it right back
give it to you ways that you ain’t never seen girl
i’ma put it on you ’til you scream girl
come and let me show what i mean girl
i make you cream girl, i bet you like that
[verse 2: derez de’shon]
i’m d-bo, you felicia, baggin’ b-tches, yeah i feed her
two hundred dollars for that p-ssy and two bands for my sneakers
man she face down all in the pillow, -ss all in the air
i f-ck her like she never been, then slap her and pull her hair
ddt that p-ssy, pin up, she tap out
roll it out on some dice, watch how quick she cr-p out
i like bad b-tch with a good coochie, bad job i’ma pull her gucci
kick out on express way, chris brown, throw the deuces
she like it, she love it, she suck it, she f-ck it
i kiss it, i l1ck it, she pop it, i bust
d dash, he smash, all four, no knee pads
she glad, but he mad, she love me with her freak -ss
[chorus: roscoe dash]
she says she want a n-gga that will buy her nice things
a getaway where he don’t wanna do the right things
i told her she ain’t never met a n-gga like me
and when she bust it open, i send it right back
give it to you ways that you ain’t never seen girl
i’ma put it on you ’til you scream girl
come and let me show what i mean girl
i make you cream girl, i bet you like that
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