CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Taker
Her pu**y lookin' so divine
You run up, I shot at your spine and I'm totin' on that .9
I call up my gang, that's a slime
You n***as pu**y, feline, you try to run, but you can't hide
I'ma find that boy like Wi-Fi
Tryin' to beef with me, won't catch my eye
Hit that boy with the laser
I keep a Glock, but my b*t*h keep a taser
He see me stuntin' now he is a hater
I used to be ballin' hard like a Laker
He was talkin' down, he got sent to his maker
That boy not a shooter, that boy is a faker
You run up on me, you will be in danger
The focus I got feel like Betty Baker
She don't wanna f**k then I will not make her
She want her nails done and I will not take her
And I'm totin' the oven, but I'm not a baker
It's a new year I need some new books
Ridin' around town and I'm totin' luxe
I'm in a tuxedo I need a deluxe
I got what you need, baby, just pop the trunk
That b*t*h got a bald head like a monk
I got the dope, it's all in her trunk
He say he with it, but he act like a punk
Later in the day that lil n***a got stung
Her pu**y lookin' so divine
You run up, I shot at your spine and I'm totin' on that .9
I call up my gang, that's a slime
You n***as pu**y, feline, you try to run, but you can't hide
I'ma find that boy like Wi-Fi
Tryin' to beef with me, won't catch my eye
You run up, I shot at your spine and I'm totin' on that .9
I call up my gang, that's a slime
You n***as pu**y, feline, you try to run, but you can't hide
I'ma find that boy like Wi-Fi
Tryin' to beef with me, won't catch my eye
Hit that boy with the laser
I keep a Glock, but my b*t*h keep a taser
He see me stuntin' now he is a hater
I used to be ballin' hard like a Laker
He was talkin' down, he got sent to his maker
That boy not a shooter, that boy is a faker
You run up on me, you will be in danger
The focus I got feel like Betty Baker
She don't wanna f**k then I will not make her
She want her nails done and I will not take her
And I'm totin' the oven, but I'm not a baker
It's a new year I need some new books
Ridin' around town and I'm totin' luxe
I'm in a tuxedo I need a deluxe
I got what you need, baby, just pop the trunk
That b*t*h got a bald head like a monk
I got the dope, it's all in her trunk
He say he with it, but he act like a punk
Later in the day that lil n***a got stung
Her pu**y lookin' so divine
You run up, I shot at your spine and I'm totin' on that .9
I call up my gang, that's a slime
You n***as pu**y, feline, you try to run, but you can't hide
I'ma find that boy like Wi-Fi
Tryin' to beef with me, won't catch my eye
