Letra de Pettywap 2
Twerk for my Instagram
I like them big bootie bitches with chanel purses
Yeah she pretty on the gram but look better in person
I like them big bootie bitches with chanel purses
Yeah she pretty on the gram but look better in person
She ain't shy but a broke nigga make her nervous
Accidentally I got famous
But got rich on purpose
Dropping hoes like a phone call with bad service
Tic tac toe had to get my exs out my circle
Anytime I got the blues I just smoke some purple
Bentley with the hard top I'm hopping out the turtle
I'm a trill nigga
In the house chill nigga
Used to be a in the field nigga
Nowadays everyone wanna be a real nigga
Bitch play your cards right and maybe I will deal with ya
Big booty judy in that benz
She go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids
But she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge
So please do not push me
Running out the benz
When I hit the mall I be fucking up the bands
Counting so much paper I be fucking up my hands
Trying to stuff the racks I be fuckin up my pants
And I got a baby momma
That ain't my baby momma
And I got a chopper the size of her toddler
And she call me daddy cause she don't kow who her father
Said she want some money made her twerk for a dollar
Dior on my kicks
Christian dior on my visor
Thought the bitch was rich then she pulled up in a mazda
Drip over flowing like the toilet when its stopped up
First name ima do it
Last name proper
Fake niggas in my picture now I gotta crop them
Even if you held a stop sign couldn't stop her
If you ain't around some money probably couldn't find her
Bust down on a wrist can't help but watch her
Told her leave that nigga alone level up and wise up
And she gave me head
Hey guess she made her mind up
Dusse in my cup I ain't drunk but I'm live
Dusse her complexion it ain't wine but she fine
Big booty judy in that benz
She go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids
But she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge
So please do not push me
Accidentally I got famous
But got rich on purpose
Dropping hoes like a phone call with bad service
Tic tac toe had to get my exs out my circle
Anytime I got the blues I just smoke some purple
Bentley with the hard top I'm hopping out the turtle
I'm a trill nigga
In the house chill nigga
Used to be a in the field nigga
Nowadays everyone wanna be a real nigga
Bitch play your cards right and maybe I will deal with ya
Big booty judy in that benz
She go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids
But she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge
So please do not push me
Running out the benz
When I hit the mall I be fucking up the bands
Counting so much paper I be fucking up my hands
Trying to stuff the racks I be fuckin up my pants
And I got a baby momma
That ain't my baby momma
And I got a chopper the size of her toddler
And she call me daddy cause she don't kow who her father
Said she want some money made her twerk for a dollar
Dior on my kicks
Christian dior on my visor
Thought the bitch was rich then she pulled up in a mazda
Drip over flowing like the toilet when its stopped up
First name ima do it
Last name proper
Fake niggas in my picture now I gotta crop them
Even if you held a stop sign couldn't stop her
If you ain't around some money probably couldn't find her
Bust down on a wrist can't help but watch her
Told her leave that nigga alone level up and wise up
And she gave me head
Hey guess she made her mind up
Dusse in my cup I ain't drunk but I'm live
Dusse her complexion it ain't wine but she fine
Big booty judy in that benz
She go hard with her friends
And she ain't got no kids
But she take care of me like I came out her pussy
We live life on the edge
So please do not push me
