rodgers park - bbyafricka lyrics
[chorus]
you could catch a n*gga speeding in the fast lane
i was coming in left and right soon as that cash came
i got so many opps i don’t know who they is
but i pray to god n*ggas don’t got kids
stress a n*gga out and let a n*gga smoke cigs
i’ll beat a n*gga down ’til he smoke blacks
i ain’t even mean to set you up, it was like that
b*tch i got a attitude, where my ppp?
it’s my money and i want it right now
[verse 1]
finna go back to robbing n*ggas out in downtown
and if that n*gga call me over, then you know it’s going down
(b*tch)
i’ma call that n*gga simon ’cause he do what i say
if that’s my n*gga, then that’s my slave
if you want to be my n*gga, you gon’ have to be a slave
you gon’ have to be tall, you gon’ have to be straight
you gon’ have to have the curve when the d*ck real long
if hе slang good d*ck, you better leavе him alone
[pre*chorus]
you know i’m a stalker baby
real rogers park baby
fat b*tches got the best p*ssy on lock, baby
[chorus]
you could catch a n*gga speeding in the fast lane
i was coming in left and right soon as that cash came
i got so many opps i don’t know who they is
but i pray to god n*ggas don’t got kids
stress a n*gga out and let a n*gga smoke cigs
i’ll beat a n*gga down ’til he smoke blacks
i ain’t even mean to set you up, it was like that
b*tch i got a attitude, where my ppp?
it’s my money and i want it right now
[verse 2]
i’ma do you worse and make your ass go talk to the lady
took her on a nice date, yeah we went to the getty
tryna invite me to the cookout, i said “nah, i ain’t ready”
i don’t want to meet your mama, b*tch your mama disrespectful
b*tch i got a bad temper, b*tch you better be careful
i need a big black fat ass n*gga like darryl
gone and wash that p*ssy up, make sure that it’s sterile
i be h*lla mad, i be h*lla sad
everybody chose up and now you n*ggas mad
[pre*chorus]
you know i’m a stalker baby
real rogers park baby
fat b*tches got the best p*ssy on lock, baby
[chorus]
you could catch a n*gga speeding in the fast lane
i was coming in left and right soon as that cash came
i got so many opps i don’t know who they is
but i pray to god n*ggas don’t got kids
stress a n*gga out and let a n*gga smoke cigs
i’ll beat a n*gga down ’til he smoke blacks
i ain’t even mean to set you up, it was like that
b*tch, it was like that
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