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lirik lagu hands on the floor – su’lan

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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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