1:30 ft. PlayBoiCy Lyrics

Got your bitch fucking wet, I can put a bet on that, ok

Batters up, hit the home run, you ain't about shit

Wearing too much Prada, she don't love me

Ok i get it

Do you got me?

I don't got you though oh, ok

Hang up on a thot

Next one pass it doe, ok

Connect the dot, dot, dots

Connect the thot, thot, thots

Oh wait, Didn't you use that in another song, ok

Oh ok get way to gone, ok

Way too far gone, far far away from home

Spider-man where is your mans at

I don't understand you, you are old news

Wait, why you tryna

Damn I been ballin' nigga

They all call me Spalding

Getting sponsored by Spalding

Bitch you all in

You holding these nuts, cause you know we big bucks

Milwaukee the bucks

Got my Solo 3 Beats, and I ain't skip a beat

Since the first time I got on this fucking beat

Trapping in 6, Zone 6

Shout out Young Nudy

Hit you in yo booty, you bitch is fucking moody

She was tryna go now, cause she want some gold now

Cause she was with the nice show

Go now

Hoe now, you gotta slow down

On the dick, gotta slow down

You gotta go now

All my rhymes is mental

Hit you in you big noodle pencil

Doodle brain, hit yo Doodle bob

Iphone 4, iphone gotta up the score

Shoot you out yo hands

Shoot you off yo pants

Do the little bitty dance

Then i hit yo show, at like fucking prince

In like Paris, France

Tell yo bitch we ain't friends

Gotta rap my lyrics, like i hit that shit flying spirit

Bitch you is a spirit, you dead as fuck, damn

Hit you bit, like a big Tonka truck

Then you outta luck

Lil Tecca but i hit you with the tec

Tecca gone hit you with this clip

Watch the new snippit CD rates, oh ok

Took your bitch to a new state for a dinner date

Phew, Bitch, bitch

Freestyle all the damn time you know