CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Boxing
W****, send me videos. I’m thirsty for you, imma do you up in the bed
Slide with the nine like my name is Rondo
Knock Knock, who’s there?
It’s Mando, he said he pulling up, but I told that boy cuando?
Shawty so fine, I’m trynna hit her from behind bro
Bad b*t*h, look like Michael Jackson
I feel like Fedex, with the way I live for factions
Smoking good gas, bruh this sh*t got me relaxing
I ain’t f**king with ya plug, that motherf**ker taxing
Baby can you twerk?
I might need a thick thot
You see my body look skinny, but my pockets Rick Ross
And I pull up with the Mac, like my name is Steve Jobs
I was fourteen, hanging out with the street mobs
Knock Knock, who’s there?
(Fourtyyy)
Never gave a f**k about the b*t*h
She was sl*tty
Time to put away the gun, and beat his a**
And leave him bloody
I’m the realest n***a in my city, dressing like a hippie
Pockets fat as f**k, it’s crazy cause a n***a really skinny
Finish eating her pu**y, just like a salad
She was valid
The way I’m smoking this gas, my mama think that I’m a addict
But then I got a new Patek, I feel like Uzi on the track, now you can listen to static Elastigirl with all the back
Cause she was mine as f**k
Give her ring like door bell
The way she ride my d**k
She should get a Nobel
But I don’t know well, and I don’t like that
And if I smack her on the a**, she throw it right back
I’m forty-seven with it
And, tell ya ex man, that I was moving better with it
And ummm, he can stand on all his money, but to me he still a midget
Slide with the nine like my name is Rondo
Knock Knock, who’s there?
It’s Mando, he said he pulling up, but I told that boy cuando?
Shawty so fine, I’m trynna hit her from behind bro
Bad b*t*h, look like Michael Jackson
I feel like Fedex, with the way I live for factions
Smoking good gas, bruh this sh*t got me relaxing
I ain’t f**king with ya plug, that motherf**ker taxing
Baby can you twerk?
I might need a thick thot
You see my body look skinny, but my pockets Rick Ross
And I pull up with the Mac, like my name is Steve Jobs
I was fourteen, hanging out with the street mobs
Knock Knock, who’s there?
(Fourtyyy)
Never gave a f**k about the b*t*h
She was sl*tty
Time to put away the gun, and beat his a**
And leave him bloody
I’m the realest n***a in my city, dressing like a hippie
Pockets fat as f**k, it’s crazy cause a n***a really skinny
Finish eating her pu**y, just like a salad
She was valid
The way I’m smoking this gas, my mama think that I’m a addict
But then I got a new Patek, I feel like Uzi on the track, now you can listen to static Elastigirl with all the back
Cause she was mine as f**k
Give her ring like door bell
The way she ride my d**k
She should get a Nobel
But I don’t know well, and I don’t like that
And if I smack her on the a**, she throw it right back
I’m forty-seven with it
And, tell ya ex man, that I was moving better with it
And ummm, he can stand on all his money, but to me he still a midget
