BIGG Lan - Conceited

Bigg Lan
Ima thick bitch, real cute in the face
Your nigga grip tight on my little bitty waist
Steady riding my nuts but you bitches be jealous
How you stealing my swag but never giving me credit
We throwing blue faces, swipe a nigga card
Take your nigga soul and put his ass out tomorrow
Can't top me hoe, real conceited
I'm the coldest in the room, but you better not get me heated
Bigg Lan with a real long bag
Big body Benz baby, this is not a jag
My money talk for me, I don't really got to brag
And he can't get this pussy if his pockets don't sag
Ima boss bitch so he do what I say
But if he don't like it, he can hit the highway
Ass in his face like eat the cake Anna Mae
And you hoes couldn't fuck with me on a light day
I like to jump on it, he want it
Ride on it, eat me like you hungry
Sell hair and still hold my nigga dope
This a real boss bitch, bankroll don't fold
Ima thick bitch, real cute in the face
Your nigga grip tight on my little bitty waist
Steady riding my nuts but you bitches be jealous
How you stealing my swag but never giving me credit
We throwing blue faces, swipe a nigga card
Take your nigga soul and put his ass out tomorrow
Can't top me hoe, real conceited
I'm the coldest in the room, but you better not get me heated
I need a boss that know how to take charge
Cause I don't do shit small, I like it extra large
You wanna fuck my nigga gotta try hard
Cause this bitch hold racks like a bank card
Pretty bitch but that ass on swole
And if you my type, then your trap don't close
Pussy get wet when your neck on froze
Boy your ex bitches broke, I ain't none like those
I'm a real hustler, bag chaser
Don't hit my phone if it ain't bout the paper
I don't trip when he work real late
Cause when I ask about that bag, he gone make that shit shake
Ima thick bitch, real cute in the face
Your nigga grip tight on my little bitty waist
Steady riding my nuts but you bitches be jealous
How you stealing my swag but never giving me credit
We throwing blue faces, swipe a nigga card
Take your nigga soul and put his ass out tomorrow
Can't top me hoe, real conceited
I'm the coldest in the room, but you better not get me heated

Written by:
MilAndrea Shorts

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