Songtexte Naughty - Fasa

Not my b*tch why is you worried
F*ck that lil h*e get her gone in a hurry
She be talking bout this and that
I aint got time for the chit-chat
Choppa on me and it make that boy get back
I dont even know you so why try to dap me
Im finna make it my mama she proud of me

Uh im hot need a fan we in Miami she play in the sand
Then hit the mall and spend a few bands
If I give you one shot is you taking yo chance?
I didn't think so
Come through with the chop better lay low
Put some racks on his head like a halo
End of discussion these n*ggas be b*tch
Slide down your block and we leaving no witness
F*ck n*gga run up he might be dumb
If I got the Glock I ain't going for nothing
Smelling like gas when I walk in the function
She blow on the dick like a trumpet
She wanna give me a piece of cake
Buss on her chest and it look like some funnel cake
Yea I can leave I aint got to stay
F*ck that lil shit I Aint want you no way
Nigga I feel like uzi vert I stand on my money i'm like six six
I got a whole lot of chops n sticks
Dont come around here better watch yo bitch
I see you looking i'm bringing vibes in her you got to book it
I heard ya lil music that shit there was not it
That lil b*tch so freak she tryna get Naughty!
She laying all on me I rub on her body uh
Uh
She laying all on me I rub on ha body yeah

Not my b*tch why is you worried
F*ck that lil h*e get her gone in a hurry
She be talking bout this and that
I aint got time for the chit chat
Choppa on me and it make that boy get back
I dont even know you so why try to dap me
Im finna make it my mama she proud of me