Lyrics: Golden Eke
Music: Golden Eke
If I pour out a drink with my niggas
Hope you'd be there
Or is you gon switch on me either
Are you a pimper no pimper
Hop in my ride
While I kick you out of the beamer
I don't talk much when I'm with her
She is my girlfriend my nigga things sweet we no sugar
She call me king i'ma rule her
We gon make love on the back seat of my little beamer
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Let it out incase
I'm a little man but I gat big gbes
Put the ****ers in my glass case
And pray that the cops don't catch me when I race
Whagwan baby
We gon get married wear ashabi
I don't smoke crap but I'm wavy
How you cook a soup without gravey
They should sell you for slavery
And put no flowers on your grave gee
I'm an animal
When I'm on the bed she screaming Mami uh
You streaming my shit hope you like this too
In no time I'd make a little capital
I just want a Bently and a mazi too
Men I need a lot I got a lot to do
Steady grinding no sleep until my mommy cruise
When my guys eat we need to pass the food
You don't know the code that's why you not a bro
Hitting on my girl that shit ****ed up tho
I thought you knew a Lotta those
You be careful with me
When I get angry
Men it's **** the code Whitney
Men I keep in my belly hole
Pistol by my corner
Touch my p***y you'd go
You think you a dancer you don't dance at all
Change the game nigga
Your pad switched off
I'm a goat you a fish
Y'all together titus
I'm the bar you the brick
Without me you can't stand
You get me
If I pour out a drink with my niggas
Hope you'd be there
Or is you gon switch on me either
Are you a pimper no pimper
Hop in my ride
While I kick you out of the beamer
I don't talk much when I'm with her
She is my girlfriend my nigga things sweet we no sugar
She call me king i'ma rule her
We gon make love on the back seat of my little beamer
Tell me a story about yourself
I wanna hear
All your fake streamings
And all of that I wanna hear
You don't take spirit
So why don't you want a beer
Uh I bring the Light like a colored hair
Shu put pound then a dollar there
Yup I'm the man
You not one of them nah
OK get a drop
Rain ain't falling here ayyy
You a joker
Clowned face with a stubborn sense
Let me get me damn it
Don't you
Fight them niggas yeah I'm goku
Metro booming wants some more
But we finished what we supposed to
I get a b***h I'm killing
All these niggas they know you
When time will tell
If finna break and then make up a go move
Yh you a b***h man
I'ma get a jiffy scram
You couldn't walk up to the girl
Nah you a pissy pant
Yeah its gendee
Yeah I'm onena them
I'm the tree your the bird you don't want a nest
For..for... me I don't know what's your definition of music is
But I just hope this suits that
Cause you ain't gonna hear better
Yeah it's gendee
I make music for everyone
You with me or against me
Tell me cause
umm yeah umm yeah
If I pour out a drink with my niggas
Hope you'd be there
Or is you gon switch on me either
Are you a pimper no pimper
Hop in my ride
While I kick you out of the beamer
I don't talk much when I'm with her
She is my girlfriend my nigga things sweet we no sugar
She call me king i'ma rule her
We gon make love on the back seat of my little beamer
On the back seat of my little beamer
You My girl yh we bad we the sinners
5 hands cross my face you can't see us
We be in the ring we the star like John cena
On the back seat of my little beamer
You my girl yeah we bad we the sinners
5 hands cross my face you can't see us
We be in the ring we the star like John cena