Print

Yeah Yeaah Hahahahaha You niggas know its the gang or kill yourself right? Yeaah Yup Red hat black chucks black 501's on That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iPhone Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer bitch Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your bitch I'm flyin in a different city every night Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane A hundred niggas with me all reppin taylor gang Yeaaahahhhh bitch Okaaayyyy Yeaah Yup Lot of niggas fake but me I'm these hoes fate Feed her alcohol and leave that bitch with no taste Out of this world need my own space Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break Big heat will turn your body to a cold case She don't even make it rain she just throw me face Got some niggas quick to bang like they major pain SongtexteTold her mom I rep the gang she just say the same Yeaaaaahhhhh bitch [Chorus] If you see em point em out If you see em point em out There's a bad bitch in here If you see her point her out There's a bad bitch in here If you see her point her out Yeeeaaahh yupp You show up to concerts looking like a fan I pull up in car service looking like the man Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican I don't talk much too many niggas hatin Bout a booty that's my type of conversation I dropped a little change on these hater frames Took her car keys and let her played the way Yeaaah..bitch [Chorus] If you see em point em out If you see em point em out There's a bad bitch in here If you see her point her out There's a bad bitch in here If you see her point her out Yeeeaaahh yupp Uh Aus Songtexte Mania