Lawsy, FarrellB - Past lyrics
[Lawsy, FarrellB - Past lyrics]
Tell that ho pull up right now
She wanna eat a nigga like chow
I told her bye, bye, yeah, ciao
Now I get money they wanted me around
I get money way too fast
I'm in first and you in last
If you not talkin' 'bout gualla
I know you ain't gettin' racks
And your miss hittin' my phone
She want me to beat her back
Kick her out on the first link
Left her in the past (DJ Banned)
For real, Farrell? Ahaha dJ Beez exclusive
Uh, Lawsy, pick up
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
They ain't do shit, they ain't 'bout shit
Your ass finna run and get hit with the stick
I'm rocking these Rick's, 'cause I'm too rich
And I'm with your bitch
She pull up to my crib
I been fuckin' grown ho's since a kid
Can't fuck with a ho, no, unless it's
Don't send me your music, I know it is shit
Number (N) ine jeans with the Rick's (Rick's)
Number (N) ine jeans with the Rick's
Number (N) ine jeans where my heart is
She wanna fuck with the kid, uh
Tell that ho pull up tomorrow
Tell that ho pull up right now
She wanna eat a nigga like chow
I told her bye, bye, yeah, ciao
Now I get money they wanted me around
I get money way too fast
I'm in first and you in last
If you not talkin' 'bout gualla
I know you ain't gettin' racks
And your miss hittin' my phone
She want me to beat her back
Kick her out on the first link
Left her in the past
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
It's DJ GREN8DE i get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
She wanna eat a nigga like chow
I told her bye, bye, yeah, ciao
Now I get money they wanted me around
I get money way too fast
I'm in first and you in last
If you not talkin' 'bout gualla
I know you ain't gettin' racks
And your miss hittin' my phone
She want me to beat her back
Kick her out on the first link
Left her in the past (DJ Banned)
For real, Farrell? Ahaha dJ Beez exclusive
Uh, Lawsy, pick up
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
They ain't do shit, they ain't 'bout shit
Your ass finna run and get hit with the stick
I'm rocking these Rick's, 'cause I'm too rich
And I'm with your bitch
She pull up to my crib
I been fuckin' grown ho's since a kid
Can't fuck with a ho, no, unless it's
Don't send me your music, I know it is shit
Number (N) ine jeans with the Rick's (Rick's)
Number (N) ine jeans with the Rick's
Number (N) ine jeans where my heart is
She wanna fuck with the kid, uh
Tell that ho pull up tomorrow
Tell that ho pull up right now
She wanna eat a nigga like chow
I told her bye, bye, yeah, ciao
Now I get money they wanted me around
I get money way too fast
I'm in first and you in last
If you not talkin' 'bout gualla
I know you ain't gettin' racks
And your miss hittin' my phone
She want me to beat her back
Kick her out on the first link
Left her in the past
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
I get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black
It's DJ GREN8DE i get money way too fast
L-l left that ho in the past
I see ones all in them racks
I got your bitch shakin' hella ass
Money in my jeans so my pants sag
Cookin' on dope in the fuckin' trap
You all tough on a fuckin' app
'til I pull up with that fuckin' Mac black