Actinugly

(Huh, Giela) (ah, Paid) Yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah lets do this Yeah Why you act so ugly when your super pretty baby Sit back innat F-150 can't lie thinkin about you lately Like bitches comments onnat instagram, That drive you crazy But now its f*ck you Kinda love you But its time for business baby Money bender, figure maker Put that lil bitch in Bottega No gag reflex Open wide Eat that dick up did not make her Bitch I pull up do not slide Get that bag cause bitch im able Keep that .9 no .45 ARP laid on that table She wanna rock expensive clothes Wifey bitch I cannot make her Money spent on pretty hoes, She my favorite but I no-name her Shawty get fucked in a 4X4 big body that bitch get ate up Luxury sex, Leather white seats I told that bitch don't wear no makeup She don't wanna meet at Foley's She don't really be outside (side) In her room she sit in silence (ah) Told lil baby pop outside Say they fucked my hoe but I cant call her mines (mine) Throw it up, throw it up someone next in line (woah) I love bad hoes, Stupid rich (rich, yea) I bought my dad clothes put him in some rick Gotta let that bitch go, gotta pop my shit Uh its too many, too many hoes to be down bout one bitch Its like choosing a gun im losing my mind I cant even choose one stick When my pencil touch paper that shit turn to gold, That shit started looking like piss Im just talking im talking my shit Im just walking around with that blick If that boy talking down he get hit Got that FN, frrrp Why you act so ugly when your super pretty baby Sit back innat F-150 can't lie thinkin about you lately Liking bitches comments onnat instagram, That drives you crazy But now its f*ck you Kinda love you But its time for business baby Money bender, figure maker Put that lil bitch in Bottega No gag reflex Open wide Eat that dick up did not make her Bitch I pull up do not slide Get that bag cause bitch im able Keep that .9 no .45 ARP laid on that table Wooo I see you, I see you I see blue, I need you Talk yo shit yea thats just what we do Huh, I gotta keep ma truth Huh, I gotta keep ma tool I switch cats like alley oop Got racks on racks they black and blue Got BB bags she say im cool Bitch get to fuckin jus my mood Say shut the f*ck up worry bout you Worry bout you, worry bout you, worry bout you Proud of me proud of you Prada me Prada shoes New celine Mama too Prada me