Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Story , by - Saucy Santana. Release date: 16.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Story |
| Uh, let me tell you 'bout a broke ass nigga |
| Loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper |
| All in the section baby momma stressing |
| But you the one that’s drinking all the liquor |
| Let me tell you 'bout a hating ass hoe |
| You my biggest fan everybody know |
| Stalking my page, you minimum wage |
| And know all the words at my show |
| You’ll never find a bitch that’s litter |
| Chase a bag, I ain’t chasing no nigga |
| Big momma, I am not the babysitter |
| Bitch you tweaking, better take that shit to Twitter |
| Get off your ass and get rich |
| Can’t be me, you dreaming you wish |
| Full course, little bitch you a side dish |
| He the boss, little nigga you a sidekick |
| Let me tell you 'bout a nigga name Willie |
| Cracking cards, I think the nigga worth a milli |
| Two kids got two baby mommas |
| Ah, ah, you can spare me with the drama |
| I think I’m finna call Tyrone |
| He like Henny, he don’t drink no Patron |
| But he like to use bitches acting like a Mrs. |
| Right plan, wrong bitch, I’m gone |
| Let me tell you 'bout a nigga named Justin |
| Yeah, I got two of 'em |
| One always cussing and always fussing, I never pursued him |
| Now the other Justin |
| I used to trick with his brother |
| They tried to run game, they both was some lames |
| I never did love 'em |
| Uh, let me tell you 'bout a broke ass nigga |
| Loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper |
| All in the section baby momma stressing |
| But you the one that’s drinking all the liquor |
| Let me tell you 'bout a hating ass hoe |
| You my biggest fan everybody know |
| Stalking my page, you minimum wage |
| And know all the words at my show |
| You’ll never find a bitch that’s litter |
| Chase a bag, I ain’t chasing no nigga |
| Big momma, I am not the babysitter |
| Bitch you tweaking, better take that shit to Twitter |
| Get off your ass and get rich |
| Can’t be me, you dreaming you wish |
| Full course, little bitch you a side dish |
| He the boss, little nigga you a sidekick |
| Let me tell you 'bout Donte (uh-huh), he was a trick |
| But he cried when he spent, get off my life, acting like a bitch |
| I had a trill ass nigga, the choppa had titties |
| He want no lames, ain’t 'bout no games, that’s word to city |
| Had Khi and Malik, the only fan freaks |
| Khi was special but Malik you have a seat |
| I bought a new car, riding round with Jamar |
| Always on ten, should’ve left that drunk ass nigga at the bar |
| Uh, let me tell you 'bout a broke ass nigga |
| Loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper |
| All in the section baby momma stressing |
| But you the one that’s drinking all the liquor |
| Let me tell you 'bout a hating ass hoe |
| You my biggest fan everybody know |
| Stalking my page, you minimum wage |
| And know all the words at my show |
| You’ll never find a bitch that’s litter |
| Chase a bag, I ain’t chasing no nigga |
| Big momma, I am not the babysitter |
| Bitch you tweaking, better take that shit to Twitter |
| Get off your ass and get rich |
| Can’t be me, you dreaming you wish |
| Full course, little bitch you a side dish |
| He the boss, little nigga you a sidekick |
| Shit, fuck |
| Damn, I think I’m running out of figures |
| Rich bitch, I ain’t running out of figures |
| Got a nigga named Mac, brrat, gang gang |
| He in the field with his hitters |
| Let me tell you 'bout Courtney |
| Yeah, that nigga gon' spoil me |
| Like Jodi, he gon' beat ya |
| Then flip you over and eat ya |
| Got Corey from the ville |
| Gold teeth, big dick, the trill |
| Tricking downlow niggas on the low |
| He a paymaster, everybody know |
| Uh, then Dre with the dreas |
| Always wanna fuck, leave the nigga on read |
| This too much tea, can’t even creep |
| Ooh, bitch my phone going dead |