Saweetie lyrics

by

Money Man


[Chorus]
Steppers all around, if I don't feed 'em, they might eat me
Brown skin b*tch, she feelin' on my chest, she look like Saweetie
My unc' still cookin' dope up in the kitchen, bumpin' Jeezy (Raf)
Never trust a n*gga who steal from you, he too sneaky
We took that n*gga off, he ain't break bread, he was greedy
I might slime a n*gga out just like I'm Mondo, sh*t get heinous
Put a n*gga out his misery, like my DJ, make him famous
I'm the one who used to take them bags to Winston, Salem

[Verse]
Them n*ggas gon' spin for free, so I ain't even gotta pay 'em
Lifted up my truck and bought my b*tch a BBL
Comе and get them bags from me, my trap onlinе like AOL
Say you want a job from me, young n*gga, can you work a scale?
If we go inside that courtroom, will you take the stand and tell?
I know n*ggas who build guns, but they barely know how to spell
Sometimes I prefer revolvers 'cause they don't spit out the shell
Boy, don't p*ss us off today, we'll hunt some n*ggas like some elk
Ask the last n*gga we hit up, he'll tell you how them hollows felt
Skinny b*tch inside my DMs, she remind me of Glorilla
I had drew down on a fan, but he only wanted a picture
Yeah, you look kinda good, but I really want your sister
Sometimes I go outer space when that mushroom in my system
Boy, this circle sh*t ain't no joke, it get treated like religion
I be laughin' to the bank while I'm thumbin' through this chicken
I'ma suit up like Black Panther when it's time to catch a victim
This money dirty, so I cleaned it, I had washed it and had rinsed it
These n*ggas whack and I'm a hundred like that Piru out of Cali
Tell that n*gga quit callin' your phone, don't make me spin your baby daddy
[Chorus]
Steppers all around, if I don't feed 'em, they might eat me
Brown skin b*tch, she feelin' on my chest, she look like Saweetie
My unc' still cookin' dope up in the kitchen, bumpin' Jeezy
Never trust a n*gga who steal from you, he too sneaky
We took that n*gga off, he ain't break bread, he was greedy
I might slime a n*gga out just like I'm Mondo, sh*t get heinous
Put a n*gga out his misery, like my DJ, make him famous
I'm the one who used to take them bags to Winston, Salem

[Outro]
Lifted up my truck and bought my b*tch a BBL
Say you want a job from me, young n*gga, can you work a scale?
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