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lirik lagu su'lan - hands on the floor

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[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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