Lyrics
Smokin the herb
Pull off in a hurry
You know I gotta SKRT SKRT
Pull up on the curb
Don't have no concern
Don't tell me what to do
Niggas be lame
Niggas be bitches
Don't come around here fool
And niggas be lame
You know you a lame
You know I don't know you
I'm serving the shrimp food
I'm serving the Shrimp food
I hit yo bitch like swim move
I hit yo bitch I'm too smooth
And I'm chasing racks hoe
You need to get back hoe
Before you get smacked hoe
If you set me up get whacked hoe
I got cash now
I got pesos
We'll sit yo ass down
If you tryna act real bold
Smokin the herb
Pull off in a hurry
You know I gotta SKRT SKRT
Pull up on the curb
Don't have no concern
Don't tell me about what you
Like
In this life
Telling me flashy things the only thing you like
No you not my wife
No you can't be here
Yea right by my side
Loving seems to be my only kryptonite
Tell me what's the reason you leave the crib tonight
And baby girl I notice that the feelings right
And babygirl just popped a pill the thrill is right
Ok
WRITERS
Christopher Dean Jr
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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