Joggers
Dababy, Stunna4Vegas
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I keep tryna pull up my pants (uh-huh) I got thirty thousand in my joggers (mmh) I got the pistol on the flight (the flight) I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hah) In the car with her head down, she noddin' And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it 'Til I put this .45 on his noggin F*ck all that talkin', just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and I'm signin' (bitch) I just cut off my bitch (why?), 'cause you ain't really with me, be honest She know I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, she don't get steak and shrimp B done took a lil' bitch to McDonalds Put a bag on your motherfuckin' head, better watch what you said On my motherfuckin' pics and my comments (bitch) In the four I'm a motherfuckin' giant (huh) A king like a motherfuckin' lion (yeah) Oh, these lil' niggas act like they want that (uh-huh) We gon' slide in your DM's, we slidin' Better call up the homicide unit I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens They gon' make me come set this bitch off When I pull that bitch out it's too late to say sorry (uh-uh) Niggas thought I was pussy 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like YK Osiris (hah) I got my mind on my money, let's run up some motherfuckin' commas (yeah) Let's go to the motherfuckin' bank (haha) Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, we blank (blank) Mama told me to pull up my pants (why?) Got them racks on me, mama, I can't (huh) I keep tryna pull up my pants I got thirty thousand in my joggers (yeah) I got the pistol on the flight (uh-huh) I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hmm) In the car with her head down, she noddin' (hmm) And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it 'Til I put this .45 on his noggin Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants (uh) This big forty hangin' out my joggers (uh) I grew up around them apartments Now I'm in LA like a Dodger (ooh) Won't beef over Tweets I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin' (get him out of there) Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin (uh) I'm on Runtz, from Cookie I'm coughin' (uh) Always up like I'm booted on molly (boot) These lil' niggas twelve, they talkin' (f*ck) They can't keep up, Stunna a problem I can't keep these bitches off me (goddamn) Yeah, we bringin' eyes in the party Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry F*ck who? I beg your pardon (what?) Won't cop pleas when shit get started (nope) I keep tryna pull up my pants This big pistol hangin' out my joggers (wow) She eat dick when I land Hit from the back, she call me her father (ooh) For my bro, I'll take the stand Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor Big dogg, you lil' niggas is toddlers (yeah) On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers (grah, grah, grah) I keep tryna pull up my pants I got thirty thousand in my joggers (yeah) I got the pistol on the flight (uh-huh) I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hmm) In the car with her head down, she noddin' (hmm) And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it 'Til I put this .45 on his noggin
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Written by: Anthony Lesean Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Khalick Antonio Caldwell
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