laughin Lyrics

Ay

Laughin', bitch i ain't cappin'

I dont want yo love, i cannot have it

45 on my lap, bitch imma grab it

Grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it

Bitch imma grab it

Now she actin' ratchet

Pull up all black, cuz you know i'm in that shit

That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit, that shit all

That shit all wack

Pull up all black, now she on my lap

Bitch on my dick now i'm gonna laugh

Hop in the back, lets jus go fast

Slit on his shit, now he countin' cash

Cash, cash, cash bitch

Yeah i'm countin' bags

Yeah i'm gettin' bags

Bitch want my love, she wanna dance

Gettin' to my racks, share it with my friends

I cant pretend, strap 45 wheres yo fuckin' mans?

Oh my god, he fuckin' dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

Every time i wake up a new bitch in my bed

And i got yo bitch givin' me head

Semi automatic pistol, leave him full of lead

Pull up all black, but you know i'm seein' red

Pull up on yo bitch now she gettin' undressed

Yeah undressed

Yeah she gettin' undressed cause we jus' fucked

Pull up on yo bitch, slit gettin' buck

You know slit gonna get to his shit

Cause i'm straight on that

I'll fuck her but i cant own that

That bitch reeks

Laughin', bitch i ain't cappin'

I dont want yo love, i cannot have it

45 on my lap, bitch imma grab it

Grab it, grab it, grab it, grab it

Bitch imma grab it

Now she actin' ratchet

Pull up all black, cuz you know i'm in that shit

That shit, that shit, that shit, that shit, that shit all

That shit all wack

Pull up all black, now she on my lap

Bitch on my dick now i'm gonna laugh

Hop in the back, lets jus go fast

Slit on his shit, now he countin' cash

Cash, cash, cash bitch

Yeah i'm countin' bags

I don't give a fuck

Imma pull up

Get fucking buck

Got my strap 45

But i keep that shit tucked

Yeah i'm on my own

But i don't need no love

I don't want yo bitch

I don't want her

Run up on him

Leave him in a hearse

Oh you tryna fuck?

You gotta pay me first

Automatic pistol gonna leave him hurt

Lets get to the point i ain't gonna flirt

I just wanna fuck bitch stop bein' burnt

Like no bitch, i don't want no love

I just wanna get to my bags

She keep hittin' me up

Askin' why i gotta lag

Yeah you had my love

Why you gotta brag?

True religion jeans

I ain't gonna sag

Leather jacket bitches see the tags

(Bitches see the tags, ay)

Wavin' like some flags

Bust the 45 then imma fuckin' laugh