my sonn lyrics
by Che
Uh, this b*tch actin' so picky, what the f*ck? (So picky, what the f*ck?)
b*tch, look at my wrist, it's somethin' like the sun, yeah
Draco got him p*ssy, he a bum (Yeah)
This ho wan' take pictures just for fun
Z5 miss, ooh, you so lucky
I won't diss, you are my son
n*gga want shoot sum', n*gga get buckets
Broke-ass n*gga just want sum'
But they don't know about nothin'
This ho a nat-nat, I cannot cuff it
n*gga would never run me for some money
Put this ho lil' right on her tummy
He ain't even slime nobody, how he ready?
I had some Tussion', b*tches know I'm petty
Didn't f*ck your b*tch, lil' n*gga, you let her
Finna slide, I dont f*ck with the textin', yuh
Bullets still got that kick, just like Messi
Bullets through his heart, n*gga, like he Neji
Get her off my phone, why this hoe so mes-
Uh, this b*tch actin' so picky, what the f*ck? (So picky, what the f*ck?)
b*tch, look at my wrist, it's somethin' like the sun, yeah
Draco got him p*ssy, he a bum (Yeah)
This ho wan' take pictures just for fun
Z5 miss, ooh, you so lucky
I won't diss, you are my son
n*gga want shoot sum', n*gga get buckets
Broke-ass n*gga just want sum'
But they don't know about nothin'
This ho a nat-nat, I cannot cuff it
n*gga would never run me for some money
Put this ho lil' right on her tummy
He ain't even slime nobody, how he ready?
I had some Tussion', b*tches know I'm petty
Didn't f*ck your b*tch, lil' n*gga, you let her
Finna slide, I dont f*ck with the textin', yuh
Bullets still got that kick, just like Messi
Bullets through his heart, n*gga, like he Neji
Get her off my phone, why this hoe so messy?