Horse lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, o-oh
Yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Essketit

[Pre-Chorus]
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That b*tch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up b*tch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them b*tches both got the horse (Giddy up!)

[Chorus]
Hit that b*tch straight from the back
That b*tch just look like a horse
That b*tch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that b*tch suck on my di*k
I leave her pus*y so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce
[Verse 1]
Automobiles they so foreign
You worrying about a Ford
n*gga tell me how you whipping
I swear I'm using a fork
Boy I swear your money little
Like you related to Stuart
That b*tch she lick on the tip
Ain't my baby somebody call the stork
Maxing the Mac-11 with the tripper service
Swear that you don't want war
Shotgun turn you to a smoothie, hit you with the uzi
Swear you don't want war
You a tough pit like a bar
Tell that b*tch I got everything in the store
I remember back I was almost poor
Now that b*tch pus*y pinker than a sore
Tough ass rats they be snitching in court
Gang members they be talking in code like its morse
I'm the type of n*gga to handle sh*t like a dog
You the type of n*gga to fall in love with a whore
Back then that b*tch said I was a nerd
Now that b*tch sucking on the di*k of a god
All that got damn money laying on the floor
Pick it up put it away treat it like a chore
[Pre-Chorus]
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That b*tch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up b*tch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them b*tches both got the horse (Giddy up!)

[Chorus]
Hit that b*tch straight from the back
That b*tch just look like a horse
That b*tch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that b*tch suck on my di*k
I leave her pus*y so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce

[Verse 2]
Margiela made out of cow
Them b*tchesmake you feel like a goat
On my neck got fifty thou
Diamond wet just like a boat
Money is sitting in pile
You is upset because you in a hole
I'm spending the most
I swear that thick b*tch is doing the most
Rolling with my brother like the master
Choking on her neck anaconda
Roll around with tina on my hip
Who the f*ck is that? oh that's just the llama
f*ck on that b*tch on her pajamas
f*ck 12 skirt off Panamera
Choke on her tail ruin her mascara
Looking at a millionaire in the mirror
Running the game like a track
Swear you my son, not your dad
VVS on my right wrist
VVS on my left wrist
I just f*cked on my right b*tch
Then I f*ck on my left b*tch
That pus*y pop like a rari
That pus*y yeah it got grip
[Chorus]
Hit that b*tch straight from the back
That b*tch just look like a horse
That b*tch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that b*tch suck on my di*k
I leave her pus*y so moist
You cannot afford this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce