No Preguntas lyrics

[Verse 1]
Only matter of time fo' she come it
Run to it
Kickback these n*ggas brought a gun to it
Now it ain't my fault if they act up
City Girls in this b*tch, b*tch you can snatched up
I been going through it and nun really helping
My b*tch started trippin, hoe why are you yelling
Snuck in wit the 30 piece
Security ain't checkin' me
How she got me blocked but the b*tch still neckin' me


Hit the scene in some all black
I just tried to get a cougar, she almost had a heart attack
I said I need my chips
Salsa with the dips
Watch out b*tch all these n*ggas carry clips
Took this n*gga b*tch and I know that he hate it
You saw me pipe her down and ya'll really dated
Damn, it's an evil world we live in
I ain't really from here, b*tch i don't fit in
Tell her friends, b*tch guess who I'm wit?
Her friends said who?
That n*gga with the big ass di*k
Free my n*gga, we gone see what the outcome
n*ggas going through it, make a n*gga really feel numb
Switch it up

No preguntas when I pull up
Tell the puta uno mas, I'm in her taco with my sauce
Her Daddy in 13, gotta f*ck on the low
Why she telling me her primo really let the heater blow
b*tch ven Aqui, I got some words really for you
Diego and Dora, a n*gga tryna explore you
She was at Papas and Beer going crazy
sh*t, 9 months later she got un poquito baby
Call them hoes city hynas how they act up
Hoops got it on em', boy you better back up
b*tch is you stupid
I'm not cupid
All yo friends is included
Tell em' slide
They gone ride
They gone open wide
Tell that n*gga we got his b*tch
Cry then he gone snitch
You want that tip top
I just want the b*tch guap
n*ggas want that guap huh
b*tch want this c*ck nah
You gotta get past me
b*tches don't last wit' me
f*ck who? Ha, b*tch that's blasphemy

Mmmm, talk my sh*t
Stop playin, i'll really rock yo sh*t
I'm. That. n*gga that you wanna be with the b*tch that you wanna see
Summer sh*t going crazy
Tell DJ Scout, throw the lob like Brady
Tell the promoter, I ain't coming in that mf until he pay me
I need me a billi, make me a Jay Z
b*tch got her ex on speed dial, guess he with the sh*t
Why you ain't tell him I been rubbin on ya clit
Man you b*tches think you slick
You make me sick


Uh yeah x3