Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Really I ain't tripping
It's just money
Ima get I ain't flexing with a Rolee
Ion need it got attention
Ion wanna aggy nigga keep stressing bout the digits
Quit calling every night n asking can you just hit it
Ion need a thirsty nigga drink some wAter boy you pissy
Getting better at this shit cuz I want it like it baby
I ain't crying bout a nigga if I want him ima get him
If he get the pussy wet then ima f*ck him then I leave him
Ion want his f*cking check cuz he need it for them kids
Better get some damn respect cuz I can be a bitch
Call yo babymama up stressing that you don't need her
Tell your mammy hey what's up know your boy had a seizure
Call your homie just to f*ck cuz I do you how you do me
Never thought a bitch was tough now you sick to your stomachs
Peon ass fruity nigga boy you trippen that's annoying
Man you bugging ass jitt eating pussy in the morning
Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Fighting over titties boy you dumb there's a million
I ain't stress bout the penis if it's little ima quit it
Ion want no f*cking band when I can get a million
There's a vision of yourself in a dream if you take it
Still stressing bout a gang boy you dumb betta make it
Niggas dying over fame RIP sebi made it
I ain't stressing bout the fame want the money then I made it
I ain't tripping off the game man it's life I
Won't complain
Could be dead another day but my lord made a way
So grateful for my pain man that shit made my name
Playing ball I would've made 5'11 was the greatest
Hurt my knee in 9th Grade man my life went down the drain
Found a pen and piece of paper
Now you gonna really hate me
New chick coming strong real shit for my dawg
Yum yum on the track yelling run that shit back
Florence villa wya represents for your trap
Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
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Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Really I ain't tripping
It's just money
Ima get I ain't flexing with a Rolee
Ion need it got attention
Ion wanna aggy nigga keep stressing bout the digits
Quit calling every night n asking can you just hit it
Ion need a thirsty nigga drink some wAter boy you pissy
Getting better at this shit cuz I want it like it baby
I ain't crying bout a nigga if I want him ima get him
If he get the pussy wet then ima f*ck him then I leave him
Ion want his f*cking check cuz he need it for them kids
Better get some damn respect cuz I can be a bitch
Call yo babymama up stressing that you don't need her
Tell your mammy hey what's up know your boy had a seizure
Call your homie just to f*ck cuz I do you how you do me
Never thought a bitch was tough now you sick to your stomachs
Peon ass fruity nigga boy you trippen that's annoying
Man you bugging ass jitt eating pussy in the morning
Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Fighting over titties boy you dumb there's a million
I ain't stress bout the penis if it's little ima quit it
Ion want no f*cking band when I can get a million
There's a vision of yourself in a dream if you take it
Still stressing bout a gang boy you dumb betta make it
Niggas dying over fame RIP sebi made it
I ain't stressing bout the fame want the money then I made it
I ain't tripping off the game man it's life I
Won't complain
Could be dead another day but my lord made a way
So grateful for my pain man that shit made my name
Playing ball I would've made 5'11 was the greatest
Hurt my knee in 9th Grade man my life went down the drain
Found a pen and piece of paper
Now you gonna really hate me
New chick coming strong real shit for my dawg
Yum yum on the track yelling run that shit back
Florence villa wya represents for your trap
Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Really I ain't tripping
It's just money
Ima get I ain't flexing with a Rolee
Ion need it got attention
Ion wanna aggy nigga keep stressing bout the digits
Quit calling every night n asking can you just hit it
Ion need a thirsty nigga drink some wAter boy you pissy
Getting better at this shit cuz I want it like it baby
I ain't crying bout a nigga if I want him ima get him
If he get the pussy wet then ima f*ck him then I leave him
Ion want his f*cking check cuz he need it for them kids
Better get some damn respect cuz I can be a bitch
Call yo babymama up stressing that you don't need her
Tell your mammy hey what's up know your boy had a seizure
Call your homie just to f*ck cuz I do you how you do me
Never thought a bitch was tough now you sick to your stomachs
Peon ass fruity nigga boy you trippen that's annoying
Man you bugging ass jitt eating pussy in the morning
Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Fighting over titties boy you dumb there's a million
I ain't stress bout the penis if it's little ima quit it
Ion want no f*cking band when I can get a million
There's a vision of yourself in a dream if you take it
Still stressing bout a gang boy you dumb betta make it
Niggas dying over fame RIP sebi made it
I ain't stressing bout the fame want the money then I made it
I ain't tripping off the game man it's life I
Won't complain
Could be dead another day but my lord made a way
So grateful for my pain man that shit made my name
Playing ball I would've made 5'11 was the greatest
Hurt my knee in 9th Grade man my life went down the drain
Found a pen and piece of paper
Now you gonna really hate me
New chick coming strong real shit for my dawg
Yum yum on the track yelling run that shit back
Florence villa wya represents for your trap
Where my real bitches at that's Tough ?
Whatever happened to enough is enough ?
Yum yum to the beat wassup
Writer: Elisha Monroe
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