i cant find my wallet (Hang Low) Lyrics

Ion even like to listen to music, shit is boring

Every time I listen, make me wanna get in the booth and get so dummy

Hoes they love, tennis on me

Enemies in ditches slumpin'

I hit they block and leave them dancing you would think that they were crumpin'

I'm in London eating the finest crumpets, yeah I'm up to something

Bad lil vibe, she from 'round the hood think she be

F-f-fucken round

She is for the gang mane

Can't be f-f-fucken round with me cuz my chains hang low

Hang low (Hang low)

Hang low (Hang low)

Hang low (Hang low)

Hang low (Hang low)

Hang low (Hang low)

Hang low (Hang low)

Keep it going

(...Hello?)

Who are you

You are just a goofy goober

Tell your shordie I said hi, last time I saw her

She was shaking ass like hula hoppers

On my dick, I'm not Stephen Curry bitch but I'm a shooter

Hot like curry, I'm a villain

Diamonds blue feel like Sly Cooper

Uh, Yeah I got ruggahs

Pull up to your bitch pad

Know these dudes have been mad

They used up like Maxipad

Making hits, cooking in a lab

I sent your bitch back in a cab

I gave her good tip no tab

I gave her good tip no tab

Like she work for Hooters

She gave me good service and even let me touch her Hooters, I met her mom she was a

Cougar

I touched her

Cooter

Fucked that bitch in the back of the Uber

Pussy bald like she Lex Luthor

That shit still smelt like a sewer