Bobby Lee - Any Means
Why you ain’t you got a PlayStationI’m a Xbox nigga
Fucking on my ex
Leaving wet wet spots nigga
Linking with yo spouse
She wanna make that neck drop nigga
But I’m picked up the cash
Feeling blessed my nigga
Shid
In yo spot
Youse a pet my nigga
But enough of that
Here go the connect my nigga
I bring the freak nasty sex out bitches
When it come to hustling
Imma bring the best out niggas
Make a nigga wanna touch a ten piece
By any means
Chopping rocks
Rerocking soft
Stretching all them iffy beans
Got some oranges and some blues
Then shiddd
Give me me
Door swanging
Plays got the hot spotter by 10 degrees
Park down the way.
Walk down
Peep the scene when you leave
Fortune 500
Narcs knowin we a different breed
Got familiar with the sensimilla
Planted different seeds
Got my niggas growing into who you niggas pretend to be
This bitch drive me crazy
But there’s paper where we finna be
Another driver
Another load
This bitch gon get a different me
Number aint coming back right
You gotta be kidding me
Trynna break a nigga to where it ain’t no fixing me
But til we zero it out, bitch gotta scratch an itch for me
Stay down. You know getting rich eventually
Sooner than you ever thought
Niggas ain’t gon take no loss
Think I am
You getting chalked
You ain’t taking shit from me
West Kentucky baby
Baby bottles making history
Written by:
BOBBY CALDWELL
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