n*gga My n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler Kinng]:
f*cking Hoes, stripping hoes
n*gga get your money right
Pick a dope, drop that dope
Up with a butter knife
Three hoes, in a two seater
n*gga n*gga, need a bigger car
b*tches sucking di*k
She suck my di*k like a f*ckin straw
n*gga I'm on top I'm on top of it all
If I jump from where I'm at
I will bust my ass when I fall
So ahead of these n*ggas
b*tch I walk before I fall
I'm authentic, I'm official
And yo n*gga is a knock off
I'm smoking paw paw pierce headband
Thirty- four all I need
Is one call that had em gone
After dope I meant to dope
With this scope like tiger woods
I'm getting to these hoes
Pop a lot of x's
Smoke a lot of o's
Tic tac toes click clack o's
n*gga, I'm so high n*gga might fly
Seen R. Kelly in the sky
Feeling like drugs, winning all the time
Money longer than an unemployed line
Nah n*gga you lying
You got me f*cked up
Beat that pus*y like an uppercut
I don't give a f*ck
Even if I did I won't give it you Sir
n*gga I'm flexing
[Hook: Tyler Kinng]:
n*gga x11
Damn my n*gga x5
n*gga x11

[Verse 2: Tyler Kinng]
I turned her into a dime
From a penny getting head in Benz
b*tch I ball like Monica and Quincy Loving basketball
I been a dog pistol
Taking a nap in my draws nutted on her face
Now she look like santa clause
Imma whoop the dope bout to white
I ain't talking sleet or snow
Imma f*ck that hoe
You gone f*ck that hoe
Let's tag team
Imma make that hoe
Clothes fall off like baggy jeans
You done brought her diamonds
All I did was sell that hoe a dream
She been a hoe then she got with you
She never been this broke
I hit her with that Barry Coleman sh*t
Yeah that's the different stroke
I hit her with that different sh*t
Popped a molly sweating sh*t
n*gga I'm that Bruce Lee
n*gga I done speak all the truth
[Hook: Tyler Kinng]
n*gga x11
Damn my n*gga x5
n*gga x11