Miro Dinero and K1LLB1LL - SUPER SPIES

Li'l shawty just said that she wan' have my baby
She tryna drive me crazy
Thinkin' too much baby don't complicate things
That's why you tryn' say you hate me
She wan' pull up in the newest Mercedes
Told her if she do, then she gotta get down on her knees
I hit 'em wit the up, down, left, right, square, triangle- yea the combo
And your bitch want me to come beat all on her body like a goddamn bongo
Keep the choppa on me, turn a nigga to a Zombie
Keep it everywhere that I go
Send 'em up like elevator 'cause the choppa got a laser like a nigga was a spy ho
In the club geeked up, bad hoe on me
I ain't never been broke, got dough on me
and I rock that cross, but I'm not holy
It's All-Star part two, I'm the new KD
At the top, these niggas tryn' derank me
I'mma still push through, I'm the MVP
In the cut like a nigga was a shank homie
Sippin' drank, bad hoes, got the dank on me
On my bakery flow, got cake on me
Like some wood, bet your bitch wan' plank on me
On the West side, yea where the Lakers be
Said she can't stand me, tell her take a seat
When I wake up, I count the cash up
If your bitch wake up in my bed, just know I smashed her
Shawty just said that she wan have my baby
She tryna drive me crazy
Thinkin' too much baby don't complicate things
That's why you tryn' say you hate me
She wan' pull up in the newest Mercedes
Told her if she do, then she gotta get down on her knees
(huh, huh, huh, huh)
Yea
Whole lotta bitches (what)
They know on God I get riches, huh-yea (ooh-oooh)
Don't fuck with snitches, yea
You know that you could get stitches, uh-yea
pull up wit the Smith'an, yea
We bouta get this shit clippin' uh-yea
Throw 'em in ditches, yea
You know my Glock got the switches
Pull up on niggas and air it out
Your bitch wan' come to my house
You got dubs, I got some pounds
Got twos not one, we got a thou'
Me and Miro we up on that gang shit
You a weirdo, you on that lame shit
.223s take you out the game quick
.223s blow out ya brain quick
Li'l shawty just said that she wan' have my baby
She tryna drive me crazy
Thinkin' too much baby don't complicate things
That's why you tryn' say you hate me
She wan' pull up in the newest Mercedes
Told her if she do then she gotta get down on her knees
I hit 'em wit the up, down, left, right, square, triangle- yea the combo
And your bitch want me to come beat all on her body like a goddamn bongo
Keep the choppa on me, turn a nigga to a Zombie
Keep it everywhere that I go
Send 'em up like elevator 'cause the choppa got a laser like a nigga was a spy ho

Written by:
Amir Dina

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