No Receipt Songtext
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No Receipt Songtext
Al Pacino in the heat hey
Cook up to the beat hey
Checking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don′t Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
Cook up to the beat hey
Checking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don′t Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
There it go
Got the club scene
Hey adios put that shut behind Me
Hey
Love me
Suck me
Rub me
Rub me down like sunscreen
A Huggie she squeeze when hug Me
Nothing tell her she get nothing
Stunting baby there's no stunting
Ima dog roof
Feeling like a husky
U pup Babyboy you just a puppy
And it look like you moving Weight boy you looking husky
And My biggest flex is up next Me you disgust me
And I know that you bitches Want me I don′t trust it
They wanna see me down bad They don′t me
And if I get my fucking chain They want to rob me,
But I got 2 glocks for these Niggas pussy try me
I feel like max Payne hoppin out the whip I'm dodging
These nighas want to take it There or you should try it
Imma have you eat this 45 like
Its a diet
Hey
Hey
Al Pacino in the heat hey
Cook up to the beat hey
Chucking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don′t Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
Come with no receipt if you Want to fuck with me you hit The VIP headed to the lounge And I Got a couple freaks.
I got me a pretty brown she the Freak of the week and I know she Is the saint, but we saying Augustine
She say I′m a popstar like I'm Adam Levine
That she get that pussy wet like Hurricane Irene
You know I got the vision to this Shit like I′m Visine
Al Pacino in the heat hey
Cook up to the beat hey
Chucking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don't Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
Al Pacino its heat hey
Cook up to the beat
Checking on streets
Got it from the Me hey
Don′t come with no receipts aye
Got it through the week aye
Product like a sweepstakes
Got it from the streets it
don′t come with no receipts
Cook up to the beat hey
Checking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don't Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don′t come With no receipt
Cook up to the beat hey
Checking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don′t Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
Cook up to the beat hey
Checking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don′t Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
There it go
Got the club scene
Hey adios put that shut behind Me
Hey
Love me
Suck me
Rub me
Rub me down like sunscreen
A Huggie she squeeze when hug Me
Nothing tell her she get nothing
Stunting baby there's no stunting
Ima dog roof
Feeling like a husky
U pup Babyboy you just a puppy
And it look like you moving Weight boy you looking husky
And My biggest flex is up next Me you disgust me
And I know that you bitches Want me I don′t trust it
They wanna see me down bad They don′t me
And if I get my fucking chain They want to rob me,
But I got 2 glocks for these Niggas pussy try me
I feel like max Payne hoppin out the whip I'm dodging
These nighas want to take it There or you should try it
Imma have you eat this 45 like
Its a diet
Hey
Hey
Al Pacino in the heat hey
Cook up to the beat hey
Chucking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don′t Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
Come with no receipt if you Want to fuck with me you hit The VIP headed to the lounge And I Got a couple freaks.
I got me a pretty brown she the Freak of the week and I know she Is the saint, but we saying Augustine
She say I′m a popstar like I'm Adam Levine
That she get that pussy wet like Hurricane Irene
You know I got the vision to this Shit like I′m Visine
Al Pacino in the heat hey
Cook up to the beat hey
Chucking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don't Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don't come With no receipt
Al Pacino its heat hey
Cook up to the beat
Checking on streets
Got it from the Me hey
Don′t come with no receipts aye
Got it through the week aye
Product like a sweepstakes
Got it from the streets it
don′t come with no receipts
Cook up to the beat hey
Checking on the streets hey
Got that shit from me it don't Come with no receipts hey
Got it through the week hey
Product like a sweet steaks got it From the streets it don′t come With no receipt
Writer(s): Evan Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

