Line Me lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God I like him, he rare?
No he 2Rare (Come on, aw yeah)

[Chorus]
Hoes be tryna line me
Fo'nem couldn't shot me
Why the f*ck you with my Glocky?
Got no crib you wanna outside me
Pay rent all on your body
Not the same no mo', you b*tches be different
f*ck that
I'm tryna put this di*k, di*k, di*k in you
Hoes be tryna line me
Fo'nem couldn't shot me
Why the f*ck you with my Glocky?
Got no crib you wanna outside me
Pay rent all on your body
Not the same no mo', you b*tches be different
f*ck that
I'm tryna put this di*k, di*k, di*k in you

[Verse 1]
Tell 'em suck on it, f*ck on it, love on it, gettin' hard
Oooh
And you won't see me if I can't even get my Glock in there
No oooh
You know my body dont need no description
Y'all know for being pus*y
n*ggas gotta be kitten
Don't bring no chicken 'round me if you ain't got your biscuit
I'll rob one of you n*ggas
Then cook you like dinner
I ain't ever been no cheff
Then booyah these women trippin'
LL see that
These b*tches sh*t ma made bussiness
Don't feel her goals, won't kick it
Stay fly I'm mixed with pigeon
Bang on your hole like Shaq
But really I should kill these b*tches
Really I'm like God's gift
So I'm not just weird [?]
Still don't got no richer yet
Don't got time for none of these women
[Unfinished]