Truly Preezy - Bound 2 Win

She want to fuck with me and see what it feels like
This is not social media this real life
If you ain't starve with me you can't eat with me
If we talking M's I need at least 50
I got a crip homie he say he from the city
I got a blood homie say he in the bity
Designer on her body her face card pretty
If you really love me let me see a titty
Girl that pussy mine I got dibs on it
I'm trying to buy some land and build a crib on it
He knew the gun was dirty but he still want it
She say that ass is real girl let me feel on it
Doctors told me stop smoking keep that Cig on me
Where I'm from the lil homies be the big homies
Bitch ass police ain't got shit on me
My record clean bitch I'm getting green bitch
Yeah we get it in running up them bands
Make them niggas dizzy the way we about to spin
If she ain't feeling me then I'm a fuck her friends
Riding with my twin bitch we bound to win
I'm like hold up get up hold up get up
She don't work out but that ass sit up
hold up get up hold up get up
She don't work out but that ass sit up
I got to protect myself can't let nobody play me
And I can't lie I like my bitches crazy
Shining on these hoes since they acting shady
All I did was me and made a nigga hate me
My bitch got big titties real big titties
Nah I'm lying nigga but they feel real
When you getting to it you a big deal
I'm so CMP I don't kiss and tell
Man fuck all that talking I'm giving free smoke
Im in beast mode with the cheat codes
I still bag your bitch in some cheap clothes
I like freak hoes real nasty freak hoes
Yeah we get it in running up them bands
Make them niggas dizzy the way we about to spin
If she ain't feeling me then I'm a fuck her friends
Riding with my twin bitch we bound to win
I'm like hold up get up hold up get up
She don't work out but that ass sit up
hold up get up hold up get up
She don't work out but that ass sit up
Yeah these niggas minor and we do it major
If you watch a nigga pockets you a fucking hater
Feel like my birthday I had to get my cake up
I can't lie I like the bitch but I'm not gone chase her
Yeah yeah yeah
Fuck what they talking about
Fuck what a nigga say
Fuck what a bitch say
God first
Family second
Money third
Anything after that
That shit don't even matter at that point
Yeah Naturally

Written by:
Deprey Lane

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