C4 (feat. Skilla Baby & Rob49)

Artist: Skilla Baby Category: Hip Hop
She the type to blow just like c4
Fiend for the D like I was givin her DOPE
(That shit still clappy tho)
(That shit still clappy tho)

Yeah
Bad hoe getter
Real P pusha
Bad hoe fucker
I get turnt up when I'm fuckin these slutties
Call me Mr.Dropthatbagandgetshitdoneonniggas
Call me Mr.Popoutsidewithallthebitcheswimme
Call me Mr.Moneygetter, bulletproof ripper
Call me Mr.Popmyshitlikeabrandnewpimple
You know she ain't fuck with him
That's why she fuckin me
You know that I'm ballin
Coulda played for Heat Elite
You know 2Rare brung all the tiktokkers to the street
Proposing to a what? Bitch I put bitches on they knees
My neck and wrist on icy, come rock my mic please
And I know that she like me, but can't do wifies

I'm the one from the trenches
Got the hood tiktokkin
Ran them blues up so quick
They thought they seen sonic
Like wat the fuck?
Cops tryna chase me
Bitches tryna rap me
How the fuck I keep it a hunnit when niggas barely kept it 80
Llil bitch come thru smelling like bacarat
Yeah she my type of thot
She be screaming bae its shot oclock
She on my type of time
They seeing red wit all these red beams that shit like chicken pox
They loss its not the end of the quarter yet them pussies switchin sides

You know this glock
Kodak Black
I can't stop, I won't stop
Don't you know ya hair grow once u eat my cock?
Aye Bend ass ova bae I think we need to talk (hello)
Stillettos with a fat ass I love the way she walk

She the type to blow just like c4
Fiend for the D like I was givin her dope

She just want me cause I'm a rappin street nigga
She don't want you because she lettin me hit it
Imma top ten, but I'm not ten
Phone ringin like I'm boxing
Off the Roxanne's
If you see me in the buildin
Please don't let my opps in
He gone either get punched by me or shit by my mans
All this ice and gold on
I look like I'm frozone
You don't want me to have her nigga
Take yo hoe home
Go home
I'm a fresh ass, put a threat on a threat ass
I get dressed last
My bag elastic, a stretch bag

She the type to blow just like c4
Fiend for the D like I was givin her hope

That shit still clappy tho

I want a thirty inch bustdown middle part right now
Make it twerk then
Ma- make it twerk then
Make it twerk then
Make it twerk then

Yeah, yeah
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