Sammie NoTeZ - XXX lyrics

[Intro: [Sammie NoTeZ] Okay I might just be the illest still alive I rip flows, make beats part time Pop that p**y, Pop a pill, do a line That p**y good I can f** you all the time [Repeat] [Verse 1: Sammie NoTeZ] Bow down, Riding around, ba** loud My bandwagon so full it caught a flat I think we hot now This that I dropped out of college sh** f** that I ain't going back They got me for 30k Told my crew I'd triple that If I get in that p**y its never gone be the same If I f** a set of twins do it count as the same thing If her friends ain't down for mine don't know why the f** they're invited Party all out in the burbs where the skinny b**hes on diets Whats that brand my n***a ? Thats just Tommy Hilfiger What year thats from ? Like 99 How much it cost? Like 109 Thats your b**h ? Aww ain't she fine, that a** fat I hit from behind Go to dinner, order fish, my white b**h drinks up all the whine My b**h don't know how to act She arch her back I taught her that I f**ed his girl, gave her back Karma I ainlt scared of that God flow, praise the lord After that Jesus chain And my favorite b**hes don't even talk like americans [Hook: Sammie NoTeZ] Okay I might just be the illest still alive I rip flows, make beats part time Pop that p**y, Pop a pill, do a line That p**y good I can f** you all the time I give my stuck up b**h rough s** I make my out of town hoes throw neck I keep an out of line b**h in check I tell my shortie pop that p**y Tripple X, Tripple X, Tripple X [Verse 2: Sammie NoTeZ] All of you n***as just imitate sh** that your never going to be I worked on my flow now the only thing higher is G.O.D Its p**y on p**y my n***a, we call that sh** P.O.P You can't hold your liquor my n***a well f** its more for me I dream of ma**ages and minajs' in that order Eating food I can't pronounce Buying cars from across the border Buying furs, mink rugs White b**hes on hard d** in that hotel Say she's in love with her boyfriend Oh well What's a religion when you make it to the highest height ? And whats a b**h if she never lets you stay the night ? A lost cause, never call her back That b**h dead weight She's an air head, f** it though the heads great I should have gotten signed like four times over Now I walk around with a chip on my shoulder Lamborghini ric' never find none colder Make my main b**h leave Let his girl sleep over [Hook: Sammie NoTeZ] Okay I might just be the illest still alive I rip flows, make beats part time Pop that p**y, Pop a pill, do a line That p**y good I can f** you all the time I give my stuck up b**h rough s** I make my out of town hoes throw neck I keep an out of line b**h in check I tell my shortie pop that p**y Tripple X, Tripple X, Tripple X Tripple X, Tripple X, Tripple X Tripple X, Tripple X, Tripple X Tripple X, Tripple X, Tripple X