K. Michelle (4shogirl) lyrics

[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(Okay, KMoney)
(Joey)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
I'ma take my bag to work, go, ain't never need no shooters
Hoppin' off the plane with all my racks, they think I'm D.B. Cooper
I just wanna walk around with racks, and n*ggas get offended
All my b*tches rockin' Mike Amiri, not no Lululemon
Yeah, boy, them thousand-dollar jeans if you know the denim
Brodie say he wanna triple up if he go through Virginia
Boy, I go get plenty pape', b*tches give me plenty face
She don't f*ck with you because you took her on ElimiDate
Ride with Bookie in thе 'Wood laughin'
Boy, we got the hood slappin'
I get in thе kitchen and I whip me up a Bullmastiff
Ghetto little b*tch, she wanna suck me 'cause the 'Wood smokin'
Told the b*tch I'm right back to the spot 'cause the jugg crashin'
My b*tches a lil' ratchet, I come through the hood taxin'
Brodie droppin' n*ggas, robbin' n*ggas of they hood status
All my b*tches bougie, bad, barbies
They can look at these and they can tell they Peer Hardys

[Chorus: Nuk]
b*tches love a n*gga that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
b*tches hate a n*gga that be wakin' up in n*ggas' face
b*tches love a n*gga that know how to make a bow curl
Spent five on her tits, now she got milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil' baby, what you on?" She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my b*tch f*ckin' all my b*tches, she know all my hoes
Lil' n*gga, all my b*tches bad, so I can't just scale
sh*t, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I been sellin' dope forever, n*gga, can't you tell?
Don't ask what kind of weed this is, n*gga, can't you smell?
'Fore I hit the cell, I instantly make bail, I can't stay in jail
I won't give a b*tch a dime, but I'll pay for nails
On the mall with Nuk drinkin' a six, he throwin' up the five
Just seen my ex-b*tch, I know she sick, throwin' up inside
pus*y, my cup bloody as f*ck like when the cherry pop
I done took more headshots with the cannon than Jerry shot
Before you smoke the blunt of regs, we had a Larry spot
Bro, stop right here and throw the fetty out, here come the cherry-tops
I could have a hundred bricks of pure food and still won't sell you top
You can't weigh a whole brick up? What kind of scale you got?
I drunk a lot of lean today, that's why I keep on noddin'
I'm quick to ram a b*tch like a hemi, then I gotta dodge her
n*gga never took sh*t from Rio, I was robbin' robbers
My opps ain't got sh*t to they name but a shot-up—

[Chorus: Nuk]
b*tches love a n*gga that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
b*tches hate a n*gga that be wakin' up in n*ggas' face
b*tches love a n*gga that know how to make a bow curl
Spent five on her tits, now she got milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil' baby, what you on?" She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my b*tch f*ckin' all my b*tches, she know all my hoes
Lil' n*gga, all my b*tches bad, so I can't just scale
sh*t, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle