Poetic Justice Lyrics

Name me a bitch that I needed

She want me to fuck she feening

In the front of the whip two seater

Bad lil foreign bitch might breed her

Wait

She want me to fuck her to a Drake song

Get sturdy when I'm in it to a drill song

Same city where Pop and Big from

Move work like grandma sold Avon

Like look

She got a nigga at home she ain't stressing him

She wanna be OVN like Finesse and them

She had plans with her friends she stopped texting them

With a star boy In the hills maybe next weekend

I'm from East New York girl

Why you even worried bout another nigga

I was trying to put you on to game

Take you out of queens

But you still gon dub a nigga

Like damn

She want that poetic justice

That gangsta that thug shit

Ain't no ain't no discussion

If he a rapper she fuckin

Back shots like shots get to busting

You gotta proceed with ah

You gotta proceed with caution

That's why her ex nigga lost her

Now she want a nigga but don't need one

She need a real shooter like D1

How much bodies

Bout three Sum

That's that's some shit we don't speak on

Her ass fat with them jeans on

Ex running back like a rerun

I'll bend his block for no

Nah fuck that

Newest drip every season like

Got Mike Amiri for the jeans

Christian Diors on the feet

Fuckin up all the stores

Shooting up pieces till they D

None of my bitches aint fuccin with her

None of her niggas ain't fuckin with me

I'm big Meech in these streets

She SWV when I'm deep

Weak

My 90s baby

My 90s lady

I love your drive

You drive me crazy

I got you baby

Don't forget me baby

I been drinking lately

I need you to take me

Back to them golden days

Mama ain't home come over days

I'm home alone come over bae

Moving grown both under age

I was the man until after eight

Fucked around stayed out late

Ya cropped top jeans high waist

My half cap through ya box braids

Damn those were them days

But I feel like just yesterday

On your roof top

Bumping this out that boombox

Not the same song but the same tune

Under the moon

Had you in your zone

We in the mood

My mind blown

Then time froze

I made the move

Like

Woah Yea

Same city where Pop and Big from

Move weight like grandma sold Avon

Like look

Same city where where

Move weight like

Like look

Yea

That gangsta that thug shit

Ain't no ain't no discussion

OVN shit

She want that poetic justice

Anytime Anyplace

I don't care who's around