On They Neck (Erica Banks, Bruised Soundtrack)

		
whole song: G#m C 

Bitch please
OG Parker

G#m                         C
Hard when I step, know im steppin where they neck go
G#m                         C
Flyin private, yeah, im everywhere the check Go (Gone)
G#m                         C
The only reason haters talk is cause we let those
G#m                              C
Butshekeeptalkin crazy imacock it backand let go
               G#m        
She get smoked out (Gone)
                 C
She get smoked out (Bitch)
               G#m
She get smoked out (Huh)
                 C
Bring the dope out (On god)
               G#m
She get smoked out (Yeah)
                 C
She get smoked out (Huh)
                   G#m                              C 
If she aint know it then, bitch you know it now (On god)

Dripped out like hot sauce
Playin, she can get pound on
Wild bitches with the top off
9, 10, well get you knocked off
Old hoes getting dropped off
They dont even meet the standards (Pussy)
New hoes getting tooked off
They dont even see the camera (Huh)
Hatin on me, but they nigga not
I got a rollie now, i got a bigger box
Runnin to me, got the bigger clock
And ima bust it, then i got the bigger knots
Wonderin if i should hit or not
Fuck your friend, i want the bigger thot
Balenci bag when I switch it out
cause ima spend it all and ima rent it out

Hard when I step, know im steppin where they neck go
Flyin private, yeah, im everywhere the check Go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is cause we let those
But she keep talkin crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bitch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On god)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she aint know it then, bitch you know it now (On god)

Rockin, im rollin, dont Do no patroling
Im high off the blunt in the room
I got the shit with the ice and hoe, its fuck the price
In this hoe ima stunt in this room
I need designer, turn up that Rihanna
I bought at the store and it comes with the shoes
All of these bitches be all up in my business
They takin the sauce and they ruin the tune
Ride L, vibe L, put them hoes in time out
Hoe, dont let me find out
All your niggas mine now
Draped out and dripped up
Nigga come and put your bitch up
Nigga, you gon get your bitch fucked
Know i probably keep the shit tucked
I just went and spend 20 thousand on stilletos
Ridin round the city, Nina with me in a Lambo
Inside peanuts butter, outside yellow
Been had all the drip, im not your bitch, ill put that shit on

Hard when I step, know im steppin where they neck go
Flyin private, yeah, im everywhere the check Go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is cause we let those
But she keep talkin crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bitch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she aint know it then, bitch you know it now (God)
	

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