su'lan - hands on the floor lyrics
[chorus]
b+tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b+tch who just swallow h+lla kids
pass her back to my n+gga ’cause you know we h+lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b+tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
[verse 1]
h+lla sick, and h+lla thick
he threw that bag on me, can’t tell me sh+t
money fl!ck, he threw that tag on me
new forty+five all for my b+tch, so disrespectful
she paint the town when you around
slide on them n+ggas ’cause we don’t f+ck around
forty ball all in these leather jeans
diamonds studs, i make a bum n+gga think twice
before he play with me
you know my name, bet’ not wear it out
b+tch, it’s su’lan, and plus the gang
i bet yo’ b+tch know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
[chorus]
b+tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b+tch who just swallow h+lla kids
pass her back to my n+gga ’cause you know we h+lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b+tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
[verse 2]
b+tch, i got that pack
b+tch, i got that don
ayy, i’m really trippin’ on yo’ granny and yo’ mom
speakin’ on my kid, beat her ass, i bet it wasn’t worth it
pretty b+tch, all my n+ggas say i’m perfect
kicked him out, he say i p+ss him off on purpose
pickin’ at his brain, i won’t settle for the surface
ayy, ayy
he gettin’ low
told him, “only l!ck it if you finna do it slow”
[chorus]
b+tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b+tch who just swallow h+lla kids
pass her back to my n+gga ’cause you know we h+lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b+tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
[verse 3]
slap your n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck about your sp+ce
i forgot i like this b+tch
keep your n+gga out of my f+cking face
ayy, ayy
do you deserve it?
i hate a n+gga who be talkin’ like a b+tch, like i ain’t f+ckin’ heard it
[chorus]
b+tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b+tch who just swallow h+lla kids
pass her back to my n+gga ’cause you know we h+lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b+tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
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