show banga – love myself official remix (feat. lonestar ap) lyrics
[hook show banga:]
d-mn i luv myself
walk in da club make the hoes all melt
gucci like the jeans that’s around my belt
around you fake guys can’t surround myself
ay that n-gg- i’m too much of that
ay that cash get too much of that
ay them hoes got too much of that
you is a rat, you is a f-ckin’ rat
[verse 1 show banga:]
i’m that guy like i’m really him
if i hit, she gone c-m again
make a hit, make a hit again
you a rat, why u tell again
ay da chu way too anti
ain’t bout no cash never d-mn mind
leave a broke b-tch right on standby
b-tch watch me blow like a landmine
these n-gg-s sweet like a fanta
yo b-tch gimme gifts like she santa
racks on me can’t keep my pants up
put my nig on pick my mans up
vvs on my chest i’m a heavyweight
water wrist water neck make the levy break
got this shit from ground up had to make it shake
n-gg-s talk bout the streets don’t partic-p-te
[hook show banga:]
d-mn i luv myself
walk in da club make the hoes all melt
gucci like the jeans that’s around my belt
around you fake guys can’t surround myself
ay that n-gg- i’m too much of that
ay that cash get too much of that
ay them hoes got too much of that
you is a rat, you is a f-ckin’ rat
[verse 2 lonestar ap:]
godd-mn i love myself
these rappers is my sons somebody grab my belt
i pull up in the benz with the new car smell
these hoes tryna cuff, get up off my cell
keep your pussy in your pants, where the headpiece?
always throwed, but them coppers never catch me
do a f-cking buck twenty in a seventy
ashin kush it got me high just like the seventies
hit the switch and make it bounce like the west coast
back that -ss up like its ‘99 in n.o
or lil’ jon eastside b-tch get low
i got these blue face benjis on the dead locs
f-ck a watch b-tch i told you hoes my time c-mming
next up, i got em stuck on that rewind b-tton
i’m pulling hoes like a motherf-cking fire coming
doing numbers cuz i count on me to ride for me
[hook show banga:]
d-mn i luv myself
walk in da club make the hoes all melt
gucci like the jeans that’s around my belt
around you fake guys can’t surround myself
ay that n-gg- i’m too much of that
ay that cash get too much of that
ay them hoes got too much of that
you is a rat, you is a f-ckin’ rat
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