Soléminyung - GOOD GIRL/GANG BANG (Extended Version )
Yo, tell my bitches, don't you ever
Let a nigga say that he toxic to you
If anything, you become the toxic one
It's 2023, hoe, let's go
Yo, real one since day one
Put it in his mouth, bust back like shotgun
Lil' hoe wanna test me
Back up, lil' hoe bust back like a jet ski
Hoes better hold on, like en vogue
Used to be a street nigga, now he's startin' to vogue
My body sittin' right now, every move is a pose
Man, you niggas steady gassin' up , these counterfeit hoes
I'm a boss bitch, never switch up my mode
I fuck with you niggas, don't fuck with you gags
Fuck with you niggas, with switch in them mags
Switch on the back, switch on the clip
Shot goes from pop to pop
Hoes be diseased with runnin' they mouth
The first thing they wanna know what the beef is about
Man, that ain't tofu, get the dick out your mouth, bitch
You want a good girl, good girl
I want a bad bitch, bad bitch
I'm tragic, you and me together, you know I'm toxic
You want a good girl, good girl
I want a bad bitch, bad bitch
You and me together, you want me together, you know I'm toxic
Toxic's tragic, gotta have it
When you ever feeling lonely, get up on it
Ride this pony, you know I'm toxic
Yo
Bitches be jelly, hoes really be jam
I fuck on their daddy, don't know who I am
Bang, bang, bang, skeet, skeet, skeet
When he with me, he wanna be cheeks
Say knee deep, nigga bang harder
School of hard knocks like S. Carter
Bust it open on his zipper
Like I'm a fuckin' stripper
He love that I'm a boss, bitch
Y'all hoes be givin' him soft, dick
I call him Ricky, he say that I'm so juicy
He said the ex, bitch, pussy was so loose
That he called the bitch Lucy
Fucking on them fuck boys , for little purses and wallets
Little hoe, that's where you lost me
I am the streets, so you better think twice and look both ways
Before ya cross me
Hella blue faces, but I don't gang bang
Whip candy painted, but I don't gang bang
Niggas actin' anxious, but I don't gang bang
Hella rich and famous, but I don't gang, gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang, bang, but I don't gang, gang, gang, gang
Bang, bang, grah
Oh, you got yourself a slo-ho
Ho drop the ball like Romo
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
Bitch, we poppin' bottles while you hoes toastin' cups
Bitch, we the realest, y'all hoes mixed with cut
Is that your ex yeah
I know that slut
But she in deep shit like a dick in a butt
Bitch, I'm a Baddie soldier
I don't smoke doja
My ass than a tow truck
I fuck them for the culture
Y'all be forgettin', I be trippin
Y'all be slippin' on your pimpin
Ballin' bitches so hard
They think I'm jordan and pippin', bitch
Only thing poppin' is my verses and my Draco
Pull up to the scene, my panties missin' like a stank-hoe
We got nines, glocks, and .38's snub nose
Fully automatic, and we even got Draco
Got Draco
Got Draco
Hella blue faces
But I don't gang bang
Whip candy painted
But I don't gang bang
Niggas actin' anxious
But I don't gang bang
Hella rich and famous
But I don't gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
But I don't gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang
Got a foreign in my grip
And one hand on his dick
Got twenties on the ground
Mac gloss on my lips
Love a boss, ball toss
You floss at Ross
Yeah, you heard what I said
Yo, hoe, fuck the cost
Fake bitch actin' up
Put her two cents in pussy
Nigga actin' up
And I fuck his friends
I'ma go and catch me a little bad ho
But I let him go
He don't get that dough
We got nines, blocks, .38's snub nose
We even got that Draco
But I don't gang bang
But I don't gang, gang, gang, bang
Gang, bang, bang, ra
Hella blue faces
But I don't gang, gang
Bitches two faced
But they don't gang, bang
Written by:
Sole Phillips
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