|
Little Bit More Lyrics - Artist : Lil Donald
I ain't gon' act like I got it, I'm gettin' it
I ain't gon' fuck on that ho but she tempting Take care of my partner while they do their sentence Can't fall in love with that ho, boy you trippin' I live my life every day in the trenches Pray that the police don't pull up and get me You give me a pack and I promise I flip it Run that sack up a little bit more If you say no you'll never go broke I can't fall in love with these hoes They gon' fuck you and spend all your dough Let her spend all my cash Now she won't fuck me, I'm feelin' bad I gotta find me another bitch Gotta go fuck on another bitch These bitches be on some other shit They started bringing up other shit I had to sell me some other shit Just so I can get a couple chips I'm talkin' Pringles, Doritos, and Fritos I had to trap and sell shit to the Migos I had to run off on niggas to get it I had to kill to protect all my children I pray to god, I hope he forgive me Know it ain't right, this the life that I'm livin' Tooly gon' peel in and steal in and pull up in the trenches I'ma hop in it, that's just how we gettin' it Mama I love you, grandma please forgive me I'ma still thug it I know I'm poppin' the percocets, druggin' I know this shit got me hot as an oven Itchin' and twitchin', the pistol I'm grippin' Know they wanna catch me on Gresham slippin' Thinkin' it's sweet and your mama come up missing Thinkin' you takin' me away from my children (I love my kids) I ain't gon' act like I got it, I'm gettin' it I ain't gon' fuck on that ho but she tempting Take care of my partner while they do their sentence Can't fall in love with that ho, boy you trippin' I live my life every day in the trenches Pray that the police don't pull up and get me You give me a pack and I promise I flip it Run that sack up a little bit more If you say no you'll never go broke I can't fall in love with these hoes They gon' fuck you and spend all your dough Last nigga tried to take somethin' I guess he thought I wouldn't shake nothin' Oh y'all niggas Betty Crocker, finna bake somethin' I'ma go ahead and make somethin' Big homie gon' make sure We ain't put no cut on that dope, nigga promise it's all pure Youngin comin' back, had to run it back In your bitch, chop it down, chop it down like a lumberjack These real bars, nah nah nah this ain't mumble rap Send your ass a pack, let you make a cap Rob you for your cap, you can't get it back This is my trap, where you think you at? Lil bitch on the way to Asia I just want to fuck her, I'm not tryna cuff her I ain't gotta persaude her If I fuck some bitches you can fuck some niggas, let's just put it all on the table Just keep it real with yourself You ain't even talkin' real, save your breath You can keep that fuck shit over there Lil Donald (Lil Donald, Lil Donald) Say my name bitch Kick kick shit, Liu Kang bitch Your bitch clappin' for the bitches Please don't step on my sneakers Smoke the best of that reefer Slice your ho up like pizza I ain't gon' act like I got it, I'm gettin' it I ain't gon' fuck on that ho but she tempting Take care of my partner while they do their sentence Can't fall in love with that ho, boy you trippin' I live my life every day in the trenches Pray that the police don't pull up and get me You give me a pack and I promise I flip it Run that sack up a little bit more If you say no you'll never go broke I can't fall in love with these hoes They gon' fuck you and spend all your dough |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |