Erica Banks and Bruised Soundtrack - On They Neck

Bitch please
(Mono)
Bitch please (OG Parker)

Hard when I step (hard), know I'm steppin' where they neck go (huh)
Flyin' private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we let those
But she keep talkin' crazy I'ma cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (gone)
She get smoked out (bitch)
She get smoked out (huh)
Bring the dope out (on God)
She get smoked out (yeah)
She get smoked out (huh)
If she ain't know it then (huh, bitch)
Bet she know it now (on God)

Dripped out like hot sauce (hot)
Playin', shit can get popped off (on God)
Wild bitches with the top off (bitch)
Lyin' to me get you knocked out (brrt)
Old hoes gettin' dropped off (huh)
They don't even meet the standards (pussy)
New hoes gettin' tooked off
They don't even see the camera (huh)
Hatin' on me, but they nigga not
I got a Rollie now, I got a bigger box
Runnin' to me, got the bigger clock
And I'ma bust it down, I got the bigger knots (bitch)
Wonderin' if I should hit or not
Fuck your friend, I want the bigger thot (on God)
Balenci' bag when I switch it out
'Cause I'ma spend it all and I'ma rent it out

Hard when I step (hard), know I'm steppin' where they neck go (huh)
Flyin' private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we let those
But she keep talkin' crazy I'ma cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (gone)
She get smoked out (bitch)
She get smoked out (huh)
Bring the dope out (on God)
She get smoked out (yeah)
She get smoked out (huh)
If she ain't know it then (huh, bitch)
Bet she know it now (on God)

Rockin', I'm rollin', don't do no patrollin'
I'm high off the blunt in the room (blunt in the room)
I got the shit with the ice
And, "Ho, it's fuck the price"
In this ho, I'ma stunt in the room
I need designer, turn up the Rihanna (turn up the Rihanna)
I bought out the store and it comes with the shoes
All of these bitches be all in my business
They takin' the sauce and they ruin the tune (bitch)
Ride out, vibe out, put them hoes in time out
Ho, don't let me find out
All your niggas mine now
Draped out and dripped up (huh)
Nigga, come and put your bitch up (on God)
Nigga, you gon' get your bitch fucked (bitch)
Know my partner keep the shit tucked
I just went and spend twenty thousand on stilettoes
Ridin' round the city, Nina with me in a Lambo' (ugh)
Inside peanut butter, outside yellow
Been had all the drip, I'm not your bitch, I put that shit on

Hard when I step (hard), know I'm steppin' where they neck go (huh)
Flyin' private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we let those
But she keep talkin' crazy I'ma cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (gone)
She get smoked out (bitch)
She get smoked out (huh)
Bring the dope out (on God)
She get smoked out (yeah)
She get smoked out (huh)
If she ain't know it then (huh, bitch)
Bet she know it now (on God)

Written by:
Erica Breaux, Joshua Parker, Rickie Carley, Terence Williams

Publisher:
Lyrics © 01 Souf Music Publishing, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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