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Erica Banks - On They Neck - from the "Bruised" Soundtrack lyrics

Artist: Erica Banks

album: On They Neck (from the "Bruised" Soundtrack)


Bitch please

Bitch please (OG Parker)
Hard when I step (hard), know I'm steppin' where they neck go (huh)
Flyin' private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we lit though
But she keep talkin' crazy, I'ma 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 ain't know it then, bitch you know it now (on God)
Dripped out like hot sauce (hey)
Playin', she can get pound on (on God)
Wild bitches with the top off (bitch)
Nine, ten, we'll get you knocked off (brr)
Old hoes getting dropped off (uh)
They don't even meet the standards (pussy)
New hoes getting tooked off
They don't 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 I'ma bust it, then I got the bigger knots (bitch)
Wonderin' if I should hit or not
Fuck your friend, I want the bigger dot (on God)
Balenci bag when I switch it out
'Cause I'ma spend it all and I'on rent it out
Hard when I step (hard), know I'm steppin' where they neck go (huh)
Flyin' private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we lit though
But she keep talkin' crazy, I'ma 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 ain't know it then, bitch you know it now (on God)
Rockin', I'm rollin', don't do no patrolin'
I'm high off the blunt in the room (blunt in the room)
I got the shit with the ice and it's "hoe, fuck the price in this hoe"
I'ma stunt in this room
I need designer, turn up the Rihanna (turn up the Rihanna)
I bought out the store and it comes with the shoes (on God)
All of these bitches be all up in my business
They takin' the sauce and they run the tune (bitch)
Ride out, vibe out, put them hoes in time out
Hoe, don't let me find out
All your niggas mine now
Draped out and dripped up
Nigga come and put your bitch up (on God)
Nigga, you gon' get your bitch fucked (bitch)
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, I'm not your bitch, I put that shit on
Hard when I step (hard), know I'm steppin' where they neck go (huh)
Flyin' private, yeah, I'm everywhere the check go (gone)
The only reason haters talk is 'cause we lit though
But she keep talkin' crazy, I'ma 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 ain't know it then, bitch you know it now (on God)

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