Mo Bamba

Oh, she had a go, she tried to make fool of me My hand on her throat, she thought it was jewelry Think you fuckin' with me, then that's foolery If I was broke, they ain't chosin' me I mean, if I was broke, they ain't choosin' me Man, this beat just awoken me She like, Gouda your dick be pokin' me She like, Gouda your dick be chokin' me I know she gon' blast, gon' show for me I know she gon I know she gon' sit on my dick like a sofa I'm gettin' that bread heated up like toaster If she crack joke, f*ck around, I'm a roast her, Yeah, niggas be fake beefin', they be tofuin On two twins, yeah, they gon' both gon win Yeah, yeah, I'm talkin' that shit, no nigga need plumber I'm takin' your bitch, nigga, that's a bummer I'm so cold, nigga, f*ck summer She a city girl, she love drama I'm a rich nigga, love commas I'm half black, just like Obama I need more money, Mo Bamba Shit, shit, she a freak, she lickin' my neck Money comin' in, I'm lovin' the checks A bitch is in love, she stuck in a hex Lookin' for a bitch in Japan like I'm Dex She suckin' me off, cause she know that I'm next I'm in New York, I'm scorin' like Nets I'm shootin' my shot like I'm KD She watchin' me flex, she wanna have baby I'm with the wolves, I might have rabies This a freestyle, take skilla like I'm Tay-B Got a bad bitch in my DMs talkin' bout Gouda Could you lay me Hit her with dot, dot, dot, and I told that lil' bitch, like, maybe Maybe, you know, but, f*ck you, bitch