DGNF ft. RsgWick Lyrics

She call my phone, I don't like that bitch, let her go

Bitch, I ball, yeah, Im the Goat

She wanna love that nigga, let her know

I don't give a fuck about you

You an old bitch, you old news

Getting money, nigga, it ain't new

And I got a new bitch

She got a nice ass

And my ex, bitch, she was trash

And I fuck your best friend

Cause your pussy, yeah, it was trash

And I gave her good dick

But that bitch could've never last

Gave her good dick, she gon' tap out

And that boy up virgin, he need a map out

And that girl, yeah, she gon' take some ass

And I put that bitch, put her on the floor

Throwing bands, yeah, I'ma throw some more

And my vision cold, feel like rayvon samone

And your bitch think that I smell good

But that shit ain't cologne

And your boy, broke, he wanna come along

But I tell the boy, hell no, no, no, no

Catch me lik, then I go, go, go

When I text your shorty, yeah, that bitch on' go, go, go

And that girl shawty, yeah, she a throat goat, throat throat

She give me head, she gon' choke

She give me head, she give me throat

And I love that shit, I'ma throw it

Pockets fat, some more

I got bread, so the hoes be going

Yo, I'm not a rapper, I just be flowing

Hit him in the back, made him drop to the floor

They talk about drugs, bitch, I need more

Can't trust a bitch, they all be whoring

All you said, what, bitch, I said, whore

This shit on my body is not a store

Out of town, bitch, I'm a regular

Well, I fuck around, go ahead, give you a tour

I'ma give you a, I'ma give you a tour, bitch

I've been thug since my ass was four

Don't got no friends, can't cover my life

I'm not willing to open the door, but we can

Fuck on the first night, stay far away, I'll put you on the plane

They wear big jeans, I like them tight, just know you fucked

If we fight, if you a dog, bitch, I feel God

These niggas ain't talking about nobody

I know, bitch, your friend on my phone

But I'm like, fuck you, damn, you dirty and some more shit

But I'm not tweaking, at the end of the day

I'm a young, rich nigga, have motion

They say, what's in your cup

Oh, they step purple, my niggas call it potion

I'm making money, my ass not

I'm-a rubbing ' it like lotion

I'm-a rubbing' it like lotion

I'm-a making money, my ass not

I'm-a rubbing it like lotion

They walk by and they tell me, give that potion

I'm making money, my ass not

I'm-a ripping it like lotion

I'm making mo-my ass not

I'm-a rippin' it like lotion

Like lotion

Got that motion