letra de hands on the floor - su'lan
[chorus]
b-tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b-tch who just swallow h-lla kids
pass her back to my n-gga ’cause you know we h-lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b-tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
[verse 1]
h-lla sick, and h-lla thick
he threw that bag on me, can’t tell me sh-t
money fl!ck, he threw that tag on me
new forty-five all for my b-tch, so disrespectful
she paint the town when you around
slide on them n-ggas ’cause we don’t f-ck around
forty ball all in these leather jeans
diamonds studs, i make a bum n-gga think twice
before he play with me
you know my name, bet’ not wear it out
b-tch, it’s su’lan, and plus the gang
i bet yo’ b-tch know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
[chorus]
b-tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b-tch who just swallow h-lla kids
pass her back to my n-gga ’cause you know we h-lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b-tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
[verse 2]
b-tch, i got that pack
b-tch, i got that don
ayy, i’m really trippin’ on yo’ granny and yo’ mom
speakin’ on my kid, beat her ass, i bet it wasn’t worth it
pretty b-tch, all my n-ggas say i’m perfect
kicked him out, he say i p-ss him off on purpose
pickin’ at his brain, i won’t settle for the surface
ayy, ayy
he gettin’ low
told him, “only l!ck it if you finna do it slow”
[chorus]
b-tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b-tch who just swallow h-lla kids
pass her back to my n-gga ’cause you know we h-lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b-tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
[verse 3]
slap your n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck about your sp-ce
i forgot i like this b-tch
keep your n-gga out of my f-cking face
ayy, ayy
do you deserve it?
i hate a n-gga who be talkin’ like a b-tch, like i ain’t f-ckin’ heard it
[chorus]
b-tch, i keep it on me, and, i bet that i won’t miss
pull up, with a thick b-tch who just swallow h-lla kids
pass her back to my n-gga ’cause you know we h-lla lit
then send her back because that money made me dance
bad stripper b-tch got her hands on her toes
threw a band on her now it’s all on the floor
we can go shoppin’, take me to the prada store
ayy, i’m a rock star, ain’t got no time for these hoes
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