U Deserve

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Hood rich, hood rich, hood rich. Boominati, bitch!

Came from Grove Park, ballin' out in Goyard. That new Bentley so hard.

Tell me what I owe for it. Oh, Lord. Drop that pussy, let me see you get to it.

Look up at the stars, I can take you up to it. You can take a nap now if you ain't up to it.

Got a bed full of bitches and they flowin' like fluid.

Hm, nigga don't compare to me. No, shawty, I'm too player. You dread my P, do it carefully.

Now, shawty, can't you tell?

That I been on the road for a minute and control for a minute. Know you always gotta play 'bout a throne in a minute.

Huh, I just feel like we ain't got it on in a minute. Give it to you long, make you moan in a minute.

Yo, dope boy. Trap shit. West Side. On that shit. Huh, always been him.

SS in them. Pill box, don't stop. Air Max, no socks.

A hat, white tee. Ooh, we a thing, thirty like me. All these bad lil' bitches I know.

-I know. -They follow me wherever I go.

Follow me wherever I go.

-I know all the shit that they like. -They like.

And they know I'ma put this dick in they life.

You got me thumbin' so hard it's hurtin' my hand. Get made like we in Japan.

Floatin' these funds, they still ain't land. She canceled all my plans.

Spot like hers, she in her bag. Hatin' ass hoes see what I'm sayin'.

With a ass like hers doin' that dance. You deserve all these bands.

All the bad lil' bitches I see, they wanna fuck a nigga like me.

She watchin' while I'm kickin' my P.

She like to hear this lingo I speak. Yeah, ayy, look. Shawty, you can get it.

She ain't nothin' but with it.

I'm rushin' to get it and I just wanna touch it and feel it. I'm stuck in my feelings and know a nigga lucky to hit it.

And we ain't gotta leave the country, we stuck in the city.

I feel like a fiend, you got me seein' shit in my dream. Let me put the crown on you, make you feel like a queen.

Checkin' out the way you walk, how you fit in them jeans.

Tryna find you a spot so you can fit on the team. I want you alone, I had to put this shit in a song.

When we on the phone, we be poppin' shit for so long. Baby, I'm at you, cat you, snatch you.

What bank account you wanna send them racks to? Chase you, lace you, take you.

I'm a mack too, I know how to act too. Cake you, hey, boo, say, boo.

Give me the -word, baby, I'ma get back.

-You got me thumbin' so hard it's hurtin' my hand. Get made like we in Japan.

Floatin' these funds, they still ain't land. She canceled all my plans. Spot like hers, she in her bag.

Hatin' ass hoes see what I'm sayin'. With a ass like hers doin' that dance.

You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands.

You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands.

You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands.

You got me thumbin' so hard it's hurtin' my hand. Get made like we in Japan.

Floatin' these funds, they still ain't land. She canceled all my plans. Spot like hers, she in her bag.

Hatin' ass hoes see what I'm sayin'. With a ass like hers doin' that dance.

You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands.

You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands.

You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands. You deserve all these bands.

You deserve all these bands.

Ayy, man, shit overly together. Get your shit overly together.

If you got damn liquor overly together, make sure your shit overly together