Girl With The Tattoo ft. Tha Baby Lyrics

Baby say my name, how you my girl without no tattoo?

Ain't seen her in a minute, when I do she get her back blew

He don't barely feed her, when he do, he feed her fast food

Dash got 220, it's for sure that I'm gon' pass you

All that acting tough gon' do you nothing but a funeral

I've been on the road, duckin' jakes, just the usual

If you run up on the gang, we'll make a fool of you

Why would you cuff that bitch? I know her shit loose than a hula hoop

If they only know it ain't that easy, keep your head up

Ain't seen me in a minute then you know I got my bread up

This clip will hold a hundred, I keep thumpin' till the lead up

She a pro at giving head, till I'm done she won't get let up

Comme des Garçons, Baccarat for the cologne, nigga

I ain't been answering my phone, leave me alone, I'm in my zone, nigga

Clutchin' on this chrome, one in the head always on go, nigga

If you hangin' with the opps, then you gon' get froze with them

Baby say my name, how you my girl without no tattoo?

Ain't seen her in a minute, when I do she get her back blew

He don't barely feed her, when he do, he feed her fast food

Dash got 220, it's for sure that I'm gon' pass you

All that acting tough gon' do you nothing but a funeral

I've been on the road, duckin' jakes, just the usual

If you run up on the gang, we'll make a fool of you

Why would you cuff that bitch? I know her shit loose than a hula hoop

If they only know it ain't that easy, keep your head up

Ain't seen me in a minute then you know I got my bread up

This clip will hold a hundred, I keep thumpin' till the lead up

She a pro at giving head, till I'm done she won't get let up

Comme des Garçons, Baccarat for the cologne, nigga

I ain't been answering my phone, leave me alone, I'm in my zone, nigga

Clutchin' on this chrome, one in the head always on go, nigga

If you hangin' with the opps, then you gon' get froze with them

Baby say my name, how you my girl without no tattoo?

Ain't seen her in a minute, when I do she get her back blew

He don't barely feed her, when he do, he feed her fast food

Dash got 220, it's for sure that I'm gon' pass you

All that acting tough gon' do you nothing but a funeral

I've been on the road, duckin' jakes, just the usual

If you run up on the gang, we'll make a fool of you

Why would you cuff that bitch? I know her shit loose than a hula hoop