Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Story, artist - Saucy Santana.
Date of issue: 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 |