Officialheir - Ayeeeee

Ayeeeee
You know a chico sick
Pull up on ya squad then I leave with ya chick
Bad hoes Round chico nash with assists
Give my dog a shone cuz he got a bone to pick
Ayeeeee
Ya shorty on my dick Can’t even blame her
You see a chico's lit ya can’t maintain her
I Got bowls on my wrist She like feelin' danger
Holds the banger while I hit
Ayeeeee
THC’s the shit
Ain’t talking weed I’m talking me
You little shit I’m a big dog
You Ice; I’m Mitch. Ya manz got beef
But I live in Ruth Chris
Ayeeeee
Don’t make a chico flip
Chico Good Boi
Believe there’s a switch
If you feel froggy jump up in a ditch
I won’t even do it benefits of being rich
Ayeeeee
My shooters won’t miss if I green light you
They gon pull up with a gift. Light up ya crib
Like it’s Christmas Light up that shit
And then you’re dismissed
Ayeeeee
They just feel it when I spit
Way I walk my walk and talk my shit
Then I pipe myself a bitch. Roll myself a spliff
If I ain’t recording, then I’m plotting on a lick
Ayeeeee
You know you ain’t this
Hate to break da news you ain’t half of da kid
Ever since jitz, people knew what it is
A new era coming and hes coming in a Benz
Ayeeeee
Bring that Benz to the trap
Show the hood love Hialeah on my back
No riding with Scrubs. Only wolves in my pack
Ya girl is a dub She gave slop the whole track
Ayeeeee
Is we finished or we done? I love getting head
Got no time for love And I didn’t bring a glove
So no we can’t fuck Tell that dork to be a sport
And pick ya ass up

Written by:
URBANO MEDEROS

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