Lyrics: Kleshaam Shakir
Music: Jesse Woodard IV
(Hook)
We don’t care what them people say
They Don’t know bout us you **** it up
you deserve a raise
Now make that lil shit shaaaake
When Im off this flight you better buss it like yo rent late
Cartier lens on you not that nice
Imma dog you dog mmm mm we ain’t gotta lie
Imma nail her to the cross I need it 3 tiiiiiiimes
I Love a ghetto bitch chunking B siiiiigns
(Verse 1)
Now can she do it on the dininick
Pussy fire aint no hit or miss
****ing wit me should be yo bucket list
Knock you back overtime cover all the shifts
Another thang
That pussy hall of fame
And I cant **** wit no bitch
That used to **** wit lames
****ing up the game
No we are not the same
Wish these bitches understood im too hard to tame
C126 brand new whip
Ex hoe thought she leveled up and left me quick
So I tripled up the bag got a brand new bitch
Anytime they tried to shit on me I left them pissed
It was only right
I upped the score and upped the price
For going thru them painful nights
Understand I do it up baby
If the pussy weak I gotta go can you blame me
(Hook)
We don’t care what them people say
They Don’t know bout us you **** it up
you deserve a raise
Now make that lil shit shaaaake
When Im off this flight you better buss it like yo rent late
Cartier lens on you not that nice
Imma dog you dog mmm mm we ain’t gotta lie
Imma nail her to the cross I need it 3 tiiiiiiimes
I Love a ghetto bitch chunking B siiiiigns
(Verse 2)
She rode that dick like a soulja
I love a project bitch from the nicks like the Nolia now hol up hol up now hol up uh uh now hol up
Sent attachments to my phone now imma pull up on ya
She rode that dick like a soulja
I love a hood bitch from the 100s to the hunnaz now hol up hol up now hol up uh uh now hol up
Sent attachments to my phone now imma pull up on ya
Thats real shit though
Be where the real crips go
Be where the damus bang
Long as she gon deep throat
The way she suck that shit
I think she feel my pulse
Im pulling up to any hood
I take that risk fasho
Sock it to my pocket
Now we really on yeah
know yo nigga tripping
His feelings strong yeah
He aint had a play
I can put him on yeah
You better check the bitch
This aint what you want yeah
(Hook)
We don’t care what them people say
They Don’t know bout us you **** it up
you deserve a raise
Now make that lil shit shaaaake
When Im off this flight you better buss it like yo rent late
Cartier lens on you not that nice
Imma dog you dog mmm mm we ain’t gotta lie
Imma nail her to the cross I need it 3 tiiiiiiimes
I Love a ghetto bitch chunking B siiiiigns