wit it gang - yeah lyrics
yeah
chorus
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
-i just had your b-tch about a week now you claim you balling i got weak now i’m touching milly’s like i’m meek now that’s why you call her phone and she can’t speak now
(h-llo) she top me off u hitting redial
off top with the wop i’m talking freestyle
water whipping for these mother f-cking streets now
got green i’m the master and my p’s loud
savage mode gotta plug on the kief now hit him with that duce that’s a peace out
body in the trunk toss the piece out
and then i hit his hoe and told here peace out
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
– homeboy dont know what he got im finna show em, any place you can pick on the globe mama we goin, actions louder than words i can show you better than tell ya, addicted to that whoooo you my favorite paraphernalia, i heard he dont eat it like he used to, but im a freak so bring that p-ssy to me and ima beat it like abuse do, usually dont be on yanking a n-gga chick, but your att-tude kinda sl!ck and i love the way that we cl!ck, you dont be about the drama i could see you got your game right, sending them nasty flix i could see you got your aim right, we ain’t got a t-tle we just go with the flow, no pressure no messy business mama you know what you know
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
-homie got the news letter
you can do better
red bottoms
blue leather in the cool weather
a true repper
wit-tgang tell me who better
not him girl
ill put the heat on him 2 sweaters
..”heat stroke”
mad cause i won you over
lotta sh-t ya never seen
girl dat i can show ya
he throwing shade towards ya way
dust it off your shoulders
i been seeking for it…
so ill take her to jamaica
for the weekend homie
fine lenin
wine sippin
my rythym
her legs, spread open
im grinning
dive in it
you loosing
im wining
i hit her friend too cause she know
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
i be running i be thumbing through that mother f-cking check
n-gga stunting ain’t nothing give that lame n-gga rest
she ask me if i’m finna slide i’m like yeah
i ask if she wanna ride she like yeah
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