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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeShe Bumped Her Head (feat. Gunna)
(Makers)I'll pull up on 'em, pull upYeahShit, I'll get it, no cap(Run that back, Turbo)SexMy lil' shawty had bumped her headAnd I steady been whippin' her (Sex)If I roll up the Maybach windowsWe don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)I don't know what a nigga told youBut he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)I've been draped in MargielasAnd I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)Had to put all my young niggas onAin't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)Had to rock the two-tones on the same day'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Both us got 'em, fool)I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all Tussion'My coupe got nitro and all dustin' (Yeah)We smokin' these niggas like kushYeah, when we fuck on these hoes, make 'em gush (Woo)Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne, head to TootsiesI fuck on your ho and she say that's my pussyI wet paper napkin, I'm wipin' my dick offThis Actavis slushin', my ho drink that CristalShe wrapped in saran, dressed fresh as she can'Cause I just been playin' with these bands (Racks)I open my hand, there's nothin' but bandsNow YSL big as Japan (On God)I had dropped in the Lam', ducked fast as I can'Cause I was gettin' trailed by a van (Skrrt)I'm poppin', my mama, my bitchAnd even my baby mama whip a sedan (Woo)I just spent some bands, spent five-hundred grandI'm waitin' on these bags to land (Racks)I'm cool as a fan, you play with my manAnd we come and takin' your landI took YSL from here to the canAnd got niggas waitin' to land (Slatt)I told all my niggas, "Sit back, it's a scam"When these niggas go on a rantMy lil' shawty had bumped her headAnd I steady been whippin' her (Sex)If I roll up the Maybach windowsWe don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)I don't know what a nigga told youBut he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)I've been draped in MargielasAnd I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)Had to put all my young niggas onAin't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)Had to rock the two-tones on the same day'Cause these niggas been trippin'Spent a whole hundred racks on the plain JaneThat's a cool pretty penny, you lil' bitty bitchesKnow me by my first and my last nameI done went got the riches, I'm matchin' the visionI'm fuckin' these hoes in the backstageNo, I don't do no kissesShe know I just tip her and send her on home like a BackpageI been playin' with this ice, look like Ice AgeI just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of MoëtGot the Louis V shirt and belt and chain, should have seen how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things that'll kill all the noiseAfter U. S. , now I'm headed out to Spain, I got foreign lil' whoresThat biscotti, I smoke it like a train, smell that shit in my kidneyI got lil' shawty inside a Mulsanne, she don't know it's a BentleyShe asked me for a lil' help on her back end and you know that I did itFound an old check and I went to go cash it, lot of money we gettin'My lil' shawty had bumped her headAnd I steady been whippin' her (Sex)If I roll up the Maybach windowsWe don't care 'bout the listeners (Shh)I don't know what a nigga told youBut he should've told you I'm killin' him (Should've told)I've been draped in MargielasAnd I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, gotta go)I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)Had to put all my young niggas onAin't no jewelry we sharing (No jewelry)Had to rock the two-tones on the same day'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Both us got 'em, fool)I ordered two more two-tonesCallin' my plug on two phonesLambos, six-fours, got it offset, it's sittin' lowMy shit stainless, don't put your fingers on itNo, these ain't no finger waves, bitch, this ain't Tony! Toni! Toné!I feel like Kurt Cobain, hit your brain with the shotgunGet my niggas do it for me, I never shot oneAnd watch her get on her knees, give me that rug burnI told her I got five on me, send me the wire (Ooh)My lil' shawty had bumped her headAnd I steady been whippin' her (Yeah, Sex)If I roll up the Maybach windowsWe don't care 'bout the listeners (No, shh)I don't know what a nigga told youBut he should've told you I'm killin' him (Killin' him)I've been draped in Margielas (Ooh)And I don't need credentials (I don't need credentials, baby)If a nigga can't put that shit on (What?)Gotta get off the premises (Beat it, girl, gotta go)I just came from the crack of the dawn (Oh)'Cause a nigga was strugglin' (No cap)Had to put all my young niggas onAin't no jewelry we sharing (Ooh, yeah, no jewelry)Had to rock the two-tones on the same day (Ooh, yeah)'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Ooh, yeah, both us got 'em, fool)That biscotti, I smoke it like a train, smell that shit on my PorscheThis my lil' shawty first time inside the Lam', she can't open the doorsI do not fuck with you disloyal niggas, thought the world could be yoursCross out the double and hit him with a triple hitter, no other choice
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