Prod. By Bons
Lyrics:
Yeah I'm mean muggin,
cause that bitch talk alot and she's been buggin,
now whatchu mean nothing?
Your phone's been buzzin
I put the tip of my dick and now she need somethin,
left and Yameen suckin,
She's left on scene sucking,
I call'er brief cuffin,
She got the chief cummin,
I'm always beef cuttin,
then push the beam button,
She go to sleep rubbin,
Ama smash a sweet muffin,
Cream pie it real rugged, real rugged,
I'm in the telly fillin bellys with the cream, fuck it!
Your boy's still bluffin, still bluffin,
24 fuckin karats to the teeth stuff it,
I move it overboard, I'm never seen duckin,
I move it overboard, I gotta lean bucket,
like juiceworld, who's girl? seen suckin,
we serve it fuckin cold! ofcourse!
Who the fuckin boss?
who the fuckin nigga that be running over doors?
Jumping over walls, who the big boy?
Junky with the roll, junk food overdose, with the sauce,
Who the fuckin boss?
who the fuckin nigga that be running over doors?
Jumping over walls, who the big boy?
Junky with the roll, junk food overdose, Okay!
