King Taz - Bikes & Bites

I don't want yo pussy baby, I want the bread
Two nickels a Percocet, she move like a turtle I know that she wet
I'm dumb off the urkle, flying like the jets
I lean off the lean, auto pilot, no catch
I get disrespectful, I nut on her chest
Indeed I'm a dog in that snow, mesh, bet nigga! yeahhh
Niggas respect or that T is for Tekk
Scope at ya dome, knock ya head from ya neck
Fresh in the morning need mouth, crest
Right when you yawning she take it like meds
Don't DM me nigga bout where yo bitch rest
Its DME till niggas put me to rest
They want me to fall, I leave them upset
A dog in that field for real, I don't need a vet, imma Vet, bet I hit
Soon as we met like, DAMN
Don't care that you came with your man
She want a young nigga with bands
Got sticks like I play for the band
I come from the DIRT, no sand
DME fuck with the Klan, she popping pussy on her hands
I don't want your pussy baby, I just want your head
I was riding bikes to catch the bites, Zay on the pegs (Look)
I was skippin' class in school was selling dope instead
Could of sworn I was a doctor I was selling all the meds
I don't want your pussy baby I just want your head
I was riding bikes and catching bites, Ray on the pegs (Look)
I was skippin' class in school was selling dope instead
Could of sworn I was a doctor I was selling all the meds!

Written by:
Deonte Taylor

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