LIP GLOSS (remix)

They call me bc nate, I be staying out the mix Ion do this shit for fame but I'm still dropping hits Big body inna lane, bitch I might just hit a drift Let the gas hit my brain now talking with a lisp Bitch,You gotta admit Imma show you what the motion consists of Step back and took the emotion out my fucking system Bro sipping wocky potions, He thinking that's it's Christmas I feel that I'm awoken, killed everything I've written Bro think that he my homie I told him pass the smithen Went and Took that shit with no hesitation And I felt back cause licking shit overrated I'm smoking on so many packs, many man shit that's the basics Thank god ion gotta worry about cases I ran before I walked, I put on Jordan's before ASICS I separate the real from fake cause fake always stay hatin You tried to fit yo feet inside my shoes but you can lace em Penny Yo boyfriend take you shopping at jc penny's I go and cop a q50 I'm not tryna get a HEMI My grammar not that good but yo bitch like my lingoo heavy (real bad) And she a boujie bitch she like her shit venti Sum bout you just don't sit right Fore I hit crib I'm kinda hungry gotta hit the mikes Woke me out my sleep just for that pussy Had the lights bright Say less imma knock that shit out, like it's fight night Hit em real quick wit a kick, like I'm might guy No bitch you can not call me no munch, you aint ice spice Said she want me take out to lunch, went to five guys I could try stand top of my money but I'm Afraid of heights They call me bc.nate I be staying out the mix Ion do this shit fa fame but I'm still dropping hits Big body inna lane bitch I might just hit a drift Let the gas hit my brain now talking wit a lisp Imma real bag chaser Whip so spacious Crib outrages Bitch complacent You won't understand until you be out workin late And your girl at home talking bout how she hate it GANG Yall not gone really understand my lyrics till you read em.(real TTE Shit) Its okay imma let ya sleep (GANG real TTE Shit) BITCH