Lil Jo - Where the Sand Is (feat. Tr3Hefner)

(Damn CMF you made this hoe?)
I’ll leave a bitch right where she standing
I’m throwing plays to Lil Jo, Eli Manning
I hope this lick goes just like how I’m planning
I’m gonna take my feet out the dirt and put it right where the sand is
No culinary, but I post in the kitchen.
I hang the phone when my bitch get to bitching
Got crosses on my back like I was a Christian
Don’t know who to trust so I’m keeping my distance
Aye, yeah, don’t know who to trust so I don’t fuck with these niggas
Aye, a nigga be keeping my distance
Fuck with the gang and we’re going to leave you missing
Aye, yeah, these niggas be bitches
These niggas claim they’re but they’re really sissies
Aye, yeah, these niggas be punks
I swear to God these niggas might grow some titties
Speaking of titties, I got that on my A-R
I jump in that coupe and then drive like a race car
Stay away from pussy niggas, look at my radar
I see how you look when I’m up, you’re a hater
Hating ass nigga, I didn’t grow with you boys I can’t play with you niggas
If we up it, we shoot, we don’t play with no triggers
She’s going to fuck, because my pockets got bigger
Aye, yeah, my shoes all white like a racist little nigga
Aye, can’t fuck with the laws so you know I’m not racing no nigga
Aye, yeah a niggas drives the speed limit
A bad bitch and her knees bending
And I don’t know about other rappers, but the gang, we’re spinning
Aye, yeah, we really spin shit a nigga not just rapping
Aye, yeah niggas know about Lil Jo, I make shit happen
Aye, yeah, I feel like I’m Orlando I make magic
Aye, yeah, I’ll leave your homeboy dead, slumped over, tragic
She gone beg to fuck but oh no this not a charity
I’m not no bowling pin it ain’t no sparing me
These niggas is hoes but that shit was apparently
Take a crazy risk just like a nigga was daring me
Put the dick in her throat, if she throws up I’ll lose her
Fuck a pint of green I’ll pour a red of the cruiser
I don’t have to say shit boy your bitch is a chooser
Make her think I want her, send her back I confuse her
I confuse that hoe, aye
My gun, I’m going to use that hoe
If a nigga try to play with me, aye
My trigger I’ll abuse that hoe, aye
Yeah a nigga gone squeeze, lemon squeeze
Spray a nigga ass down like febreze
All these hoes on me like fleas
That hoe ask for bread, bitch please
I’ll leave a bitch right where she standing
I’m throwing plays to Lil Jo, Eli Manning
I hope this lick goes just like how I’m planning
I’m gonna take my feet out the dirt and put it right where the sand is
No culinary, but I post in the kitchen
I hang the phone when my bitch get to bitching
Got crosses on my back like I was a Christian
Don’t know who to trust so I’m keeping my distance
Aye, yeah, we really spin shit a nigga not just rapping
Aye, yeah niggas know about Lil Jo, I make shit happen
Aye, yeah, I feel like I’m Orlando I make magic
Aye, yeah, I’ll leave your homeboy dead, slumped over, tragic
(Damn CMF you made this hoe?)

Written by:
Josiah Thomas

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