Testo Benz or Mazda - PayGotti
Testo della canzone Benz or Mazda (PayGotti), tratta dall'album Benz or Mazda - Single
Yeah
Nigga
Come on
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Once the bitch look, she lost me
Like my bitches bad, thick, and bossy
She on shots of Henny, Rémy, Bacardi
I'on fuck around with public parties, I'm sorry
Bitch, you wanna cry up in a Benz or Mazda?
Say she want a nigga with some bands, I got 'em
Lil' bro keep tryna strip the fans, he a problem
Security ask me, "What's that in your pants?" A choppa
Walk up in the function, see the opps, I'm trippin'
Knock, knock bandit, if he passing, I'm with it
Flashing that lil' band up in the camera, you're kidding
Stop with all that asking my religion, I'm Crippin'
Switchy with me while I'm up on stage, you know it
Why you acting tender about that bitch? She goin'
Baby, take your shoes off in the Bentley, it's foreign
I'on do the favors, all my bitches is important
Put off all my niggas out the trenches, salute me
My bitch real bad and rock Balenci, she bougie
Gotti, why you barely diss the suckers? They dookie
Clips out the window, bitch, I'm tryna shoot a movie
Ay, ay, ay
Once the bitch look, she lost me
Like my bitches bad, thick, and bossy
She on shots of Henny, Rémy, Bacardi
I'on fuck around with public parties, I'm sorry
Bitch, you wanna cry up in a Benz or Mazda?
Say she want a nigga with some bands, I got 'em
Lil' bro keep tryna strip the fans, he a problem
Security ask me, "What's that in your pants?" A choppa
Oh, he think he bigger than the program? We on him
I'on feel like fucking off the Trissy, just blow me
Come and get your bitch from out the DMs, she on me
He ain't know we killing shit, somebody shoulda told him
Baby, you got motion, I got motion, let's do it
Think we finna fuck and you won't pay me? You stupid
Put away that camera when you with me, you blew it
Let a nigga bump into me in this bitch and I'ma lose it
Come and test your luck, you think I'm lacking? You crazy
Four pockets full up in this bitch, Lil Baby
Do I wanna bounce out with the switch or Drakey?
Fuck who looking good, I'm looking for who finna pay me
Ay, once the bitch look, she lost me
Like my bitches bad, thick, and bossy
She on shots of Henny, Rémy, Bacardi
I'on fuck around with public parties, I'm sorry
Bitch, you wanna cry up in a Benz or Mazda?
Say she want a nigga with some bands, I got 'em
Lil' bro keep tryna strip the fans, he a problem
Security ask me, "What's that in your pants?" A choppa
Walk up in the function, see the opps, I'm trippin'
Knock, knock bandit, if he passing, I'm with it
Flashing that lil' band up in the camera, you're kidding
Stop with all that asking my religion, I'm Crippin'
Nigga
Yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay
Nigga
Dead homies
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Kameron Jackson, Chris Terry, Randy Holmes, Deandre Wheelwright
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