On They Neck Lyrics – Erica Banks
Singer: Erica Banks
Title: On They Neck
b#tch please
b#tch please
OG Parker
Hard when I step, know I’m steppin’ where they neck go
Flyin’ private, yeah, I’m everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is ’cause we let those
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima c#ck it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (b#tch)
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, b#tch you know it now (On God)
Dripped out like hot sauce
Playin’, she can get pound on
Wild b#tches with the top off
9, 10, we’ll get you knocked off
Old hoes getting dropped off
They don’t even meet the standards (p#ss#)
New hoes getting tooked off
They don’t even see the camera (Huh)
Hatin’ on me, but they n#gg# 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
f#ck your friend, I want the bigger thot
Balenci bag when I switch it out
‘Cause I’ma spend it all and ima rent it out
Hard when I step, know I’m steppin’ where they neck go
Flyin’ private, yeah, I’m everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is ’cause we let those
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima c#ck it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (b#tch)
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, b#tch you know it now (On God)
Rockin’, I’m rollin’, don’t do no patroling
I’m high off the blunt in the room
I got the sh#t with the ice and “hoe, it’s f#ck 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 b#tches 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, don’t let me find out
All your n#gg#s mine now
Draped out and dripped up
n#gg# come and put your b#tch up
n#gg#, you gon’ get your b#tch f#cked
Know I probably keep the sh#t 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 b#tch, I’ll put that sh#t on
Hard when I step, know I’m steppin’ where they neck go
Flyin’ private, yeah, I’m everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is ’cause we let those
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima c#ck it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (b#tch)
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, b#tch you know it now (God)
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