Raw.Deen - TOXIC NIGGA HANDBOOK paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson TOXIC NIGGA HANDBOOK - Raw.Deen



Bitch got a whole lotta bodies but she cool tho
Big trucks, so the hos throwing culo
Windows down summer time shit with the roof open
Fly kicks hot stepper all my shoes dope
Big stick, knock her out the park like Pujols
Bag on me so the hos think I'm scamming
Bitches shaking ass Baghdad to Miami
It's a celebration they gon think I won a Grammy
Pack out
Hos let me grab they fanny
Niggas looking sideways I'm clutching for the yammy
Always been a star the first to see it was my granny
Now a Nigga growing up and don't nobody understand me
That's weird
Look, how'd I get here
Hos on my dick and I ain't got a full beard
I'm the Philly Nikola just a fly ass engineer
Can I get a ricola, got some shit for you to hear look
I was looking for some hos to watch and cheer
Now I'm asking when the check gon clear
I was staying out the way but now a nigga in ya ear
Lil bro candy man, say his name and he appear
Why the fuck she let me first night I lost interest
How I go from IG to giving bitches inches
Main shawty mad I'm the one the hos mention
If she get between the money imma have to end the friendship
Ask me who just texted me
I got dementia
Who's lipstick is this
My lil sister
Baby can I get a kiss
Keep wishing
You ain't like my last pic
Bitch keep fishing
I been Mr. Nevertrusta bitch since college
You still go to simp when she ignore you, you wildin
Lemme put you on I'll show you how to get a bad one
Pay that bitch no mind and get some money she'll be styling



Writer(s): Rahdeen Russell


Raw.Deen - Not This Again! - EP
Album Not This Again! - EP
date de sortie
12-08-2023




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