J.Q.C & Maniii - I Wanna

I wanna bad bitch that's classy
Got that drip drip she splashy
She ain't even work out fa' that fatty
My lil' freak bitch she nasty
How she moan boy need a grammy
How she throat shit call her Ashley
Shawty eat it up like she shaggy
Yeah she know tricks she flashy
Like...who said what
Who said this
Niggas talking out his jaw
That's some hating nigga shit
If he claiming that he blood I make him walk like he a crip
We don't tolerate the fake my niggas never jumping ship
This is real life
Like boy you really could get hit
I'm not a man of violence
But it's looking like fuck the script
Might go and get a grip
I walk around fully equipped
Niggas not throwing hands they really aiming at ya mit
Niggas is popping them percs since the first of month not surprised he in an off mood
All this snitching and robbing when hearts get to throbbing lil' nigga like what you gon do
I don't be going to church
But ain't shell shocked with devil on two
You know that nigga never on one
Unless we talking dem' drugs and the boose
Niggas capping in dey rap I never claimed to be a gangsta
But you talking out ya lip coming down that chimney like I'm Santa
You ain't neva shoot a gun look how you holding bitch you anxious
I ain't with the chitta-chat I keep it short just like a stanza
I wanna bad bitch that's classy
Got that drip drip she splashy
She ain't even work out fa' that fatty
My lil' freak bitch she nasty
How she moan boy need a grammy
How she throat shit call her Ashley
Shawty eat it up like she shaggy
Yeah she know tricks she flashy
Like...who said what
Who said this
Niggas talking out his jaw
That's some hating nigga shit
If he claiming that he blood I make him walk like he a crip
We don't tolerate the fake my niggas never jumping ship yea
Aye bitch go check that status
My niggas is real we classic
Stay on go cause its automatic
Fuck this this how I'm blasting
Put on my mask go ready a casket
Leave em dead oh no it's tragic
Two to the head one in the back
I'm sorry mama this just rap
Talk tough got turned to a pack
We smoking his ass to these raps
Niggas is fake they know they all cap
Reaching for what yeen got no strap
Keep it a hunnit like I keep these stacks
We got it rainin' like we shootin' macs
Niggas is ballin' we stay at the rack
Stay wearin' condoms cause I can't get trapped Bitch

Written by:
Amani Pascall, Jaukeel Carvan

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