This for them girls across the street that want it with me. It's whateva!
I wrote this song after an argument I had with these hoes across the street. We all don't like each other so they were my inspiration.
I stop traffic at the green light.
17 geans tight.
Yo boyfriend just my friend cut that grin.
We can just fight.
I'm cute yo daddy know it.
Tell them girls that you be rollin wit.
Stop lookin at me starin.
For I start cussin and swearin.
Bitch, I rock that Donna Karen.
Or Fendi when its in me.
I like little shiny rocks.
Bring'em when you come see me.