Butler p.aidan8

Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm saggin' my jeans till my nuts, hurt
Girl, show me your titties and butt, first
bitch i do not care bout that info, info
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, her

My watch, I'm tryna bust, her
Ring, ring, I'm callin' my butler
I'm fuckin' her, I cannot love her, baby

Yeah, it's too fed, I know
Can't hang around him, no
Yeah, my wrist bust down, it's cold
I'm shinin' head to toe, yeah
bitch i pullup and damage it
Bitch, it is what it is
Yeah, I know you can't handle this
Yea, i say what i mean

Yeah, I say what I want
Yeah, I do as I please
I might just take that lil bitch from the front row
Get her down on her knees
I cannot be fallin' in love with a thot

Half of they follows, I know that they bought
Yeah, let me see what you got
Let me see what you bought
Margiella, Margiella, Margiella

Lil' bitch, I'm a smart fella
Do i got rick boy yea i got hella
You think you sick, im better

Yeah, I'm saggin' my jeans till my nuts, hurt
Girl, show me your titties and butt, first
bitch i do not care bout that info, info
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, her

My watch, I'm tryna bust, her
Ring, ring, I'm callin' my butler
I'm fuckin' her, I cannot love her, baby

Yeah, it's too fed, I know
Can't hang around him, no
Yeah, my wrist bust down, it's cold
I'm shinin' head to toe, yeah
bitch i pullup and damage it
Bitch, it is what it is
Yeah, I know you can't handle this
Yea, i say what i mean

Yeah, it's too fed, I know
Can't hang around him, no
Yeah, my wrist bust down, it's cold
I'm shinin' head to toe, yeah
bitch i pullup and damage it
Bitch, it is what it is
Yeah, I know you can't handle this
Yea, i say what i mean

Butler

Rickk Ross p. blanq

Lyrics:
Hey, I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

Yeah, I see what it is
I see what it isn't
Yeah, just look at my wrist damn
And look at it glisten

Bitch, I'm on the top floor
Lil' bitches, I need five more
She say, why you hardcore
Bitch, i went and bought more

Yeah, yeah
All you gotta do is hold it right down
I just be thumbing through big amounts
I'm kicking that door, im in and out

Like, bitch, I beat it out
That's what I've been about
Yeah, they not trying to hear me out

Hey, I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

Hey, I'm throwing the racks right up in the air
lil' bitch, I'm going down
I feel like Rick Ross, I like Pears
Bitch, I'm eating now

Hey, and they trying to come up to my place
Yeah, they won't say that shit to my face
Hey, I made a whole lot of bank today
Lil' bitch, I'm in livin' good

Rickk Ross

Gunnr - Wicki Wimmie (feat. Rich Amiri) produced by cgk

Lyrics:
Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

I'm fuckin' a model bitch just for the day Bitch I wake up and I'm smokin' on dank
Yo, a whole lotta shit I can't say Yea, why would I say it to you

Yea, watch my whole life change Yea, I used to be like you
Yea, you and me, we ain't the same I put in more work than you
Yea, Ima die for this shit, Ima die for the lifestyle
I'm up so quick, watch then all bite now Live it, live it, I live alright now

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yo, ayy, bitch I rock out no guitar Fuckin' foreign broads, pullin' up in foreign cars
And I'm in a stroller, go two twenty, goin' far Shawty on her knees that hoe is prayin' to the Lord

Bust her up, I drop a little bag on her, bruh Then she go, she gone, then she go, she gone
Clutchin' on my Toolie, FN in the carbon Got too many wheels, I need no one callin' me
Cash me, bag up, yeah, yeah Bag up, stack up, yeah, yeah
Stack up, cash out, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

Yea, keep my wicki with me, it gets sticky with me
Keep my ugh, keep my ugh, keep my glicky with me That bitch tryna see me, I'm way too rare
You can't even meet me, her boyfriend tryna be me

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