Kid Buu a demon
Yeah, yeah
Oohdem Beatz
[Chorus]
You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah
All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah
You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah
All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah
[Verse]
Heard you ain't gettin' no racks, heard you've been chillin' with rats, yeah
I keep my racks in the bank, all of my niggas yell "Slatt!"
I got a strap, it's a mac, I hit that ho' before I go to the bank
I hit that ho' theni don't call her back
She said she need percs cause I'm hurtin' her back
That pussy wet but that pussy don't stink
I got the water, like sink
Fuck what a fuck nigga think
I'm everything that a fuck nigga ain't
Kid Buu a demon but my bitch a saint
The Saint Laurent, it go good with the Mink
I'm poppin' on percs and smokin' on dank
I'm off a bean and I'm sippin' on drank
I'm off a seal, I ain't talkin' 'bout state
We cleaned you, I ain't talkin' 'bout slate
We got the cake, I ain't talkin' 'bout baked
Countin' big racks and they only blue face
Still with Gorillas, not talkin' 'bout Bape
I got the strap, like a lesbian babe
I got that smoke, that boy don't want no vape
Can't save a ho', I don't own me a cape
[Chorus]
You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah
All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah
You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic
All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah
Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah
All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah
[Intro] Kid Buu a demon Yeah, yeah Oohdem Beatz [Chorus] You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah [Verse] Heard you ain't gettin' no racks, heard you've been chillin' with rats, yeah I keep my racks in the bank, all of my niggas yell "Slatt!" I got a strap, it's a mac, I hit that ho' before I go to the bank I hit that ho' theni don't call her back She said she need percs cause I'm hurtin' her back That pussy wet but that pussy don't stink I got the water, like sink Fuck what a fuck nigga think I'm everything that a fuck nigga ain't Kid Buu a demon but my bitch a saint The Saint Laurent, it go good with the Mink I'm poppin' on percs and smokin' on dank I'm off a bean and I'm sippin' on drank I'm off a seal, I ain't talkin' 'bout state We cleaned you, I ain't talkin' 'bout slate We got the cake, I ain't talkin' 'bout baked Countin' big racks and they only blue face Still with Gorillas, not talkin' 'bout Bape I got the strap, like a lesbian babe I got that smoke, that boy don't want no vape Can't save a ho', I don't own me a cape [Chorus] You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah Explain Request ×
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