Dave Hill, B. Lewie, & FatRay100 - Long Way From Kansas

Ayy, she throw that ass like Megatron, bitch, I'm catchin' it
You know she for the streets, why you stressin' it
She suck the dick with both hands, she ambidextrous
Gawk, gawk, three thousand with the extra spit
I walk into the Pantheon, grabbin' hella tits
I need a whole rack of lamb with the extra zip
So much pussy in this bitch and they sellin' it
I'm sippin' Hen Dogg, she on the Mount Elliot

My niggas been ridin' since pedalin
Flick the switch on, hit niggas like Thomas Edison
Grip a bad bitch on the ass, it feel like gelatin
Brick house wet and she tryna make me a resident
Increase the black vote, I been focused on the presidents
Seen unk at Xochimilco's bein' social with the Mexicans
First things first, if you ain't first then you in second then
If it's on my mind, drop a pin, I'm addressing it
Me and mine, never fallin' out over no petty shit
Clutchin' so they never touch a diamond on my necklace
She say, put that phone down, and why you always checkin' it
Bitch head stupid, I'ma question her intelligence

Money fallin' out the sky, bitches scramblin'
In the section posted up, my diamonds dancin'
I got Dorothy in the city with that dog on her
We a long way from Kansas
What you know about 42, every night
Baby, I'm just tryna fuck, you can't spend the night
I'ma rock you one time like a pair of whites

She got on bad girl shirts, with the cheeks comin' out
Far as paper, I'ma print it to the ink runnin' out
Tryna stuff it in my pocket, but it keep comin' out
Only love her, cause she suck it like her teeth comin' out

I thought I ran out of nut, but it keep comin' out
Her engine light on, she got a leak from her mouth
This bitch comfortable, she got her feet on my couch
This shit look like Jumanji, I got trees in the house

Fresh Prince, Bel Air, sippin' rose
My brothers chokin' on that white bitch, OJ
In Southwest with a plug named Jose
Two bad bitches in the couper goin' both ways

I am not judgmental, you is okay
Just took a slut, bitch, forgave her for her hoe ways
She got a box of lifestyles in her condom stash
I say the glove won't fit, bitch, I'm OJ

Money fallin' out the sky, bitches scramblin'
In the section posted up, my diamonds dancin'
I got Dorothy in the city with that dog on her
We a long way from Kansas
What you know about 42, every night
Baby, I'm just tryna fuck, you can't spend the night
I'ma rock you one time like a pair of whites

Written by:
Brandon Lewis, DaRae Adams, David Hill-Gray

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