Lames by Mezilinn Lyrics
[Talking: Mezilinn & Nini]
Yo, Nini
What's good sis?
These bitches think I'm playing with 'em
I ain't playing with these bitches no' more
Pull up on these fuck niggas
And these broke as hoes
You already know how the fuck we rockin'
[Chorus]
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit ain't a game
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch
[Verse 1]
Can't hang with no pussies
I beat my boot with straight gansters
My bitches all bad and we all get to that paper
Never needed nobody
Certified paper chaser
He serve the pussy up
And sip Patron like it's a chaser
Never been no bum
I'ma getting-money-ass bitch (period)
Pussy wet like Fiji, make a nigga nut quick
My sauce go lethal test
Bitch, I ain't gotta do no hit
Smoking hella gas
My blunts look like straight dicks
Heard that bitch looking for me
Tell her I'm in her city
Impressed about no beef
You hoes is really silly
Her nigga in my face
But he broke and don't got no glizzy
Only fuck with street niggas
Hell bitch but I'm so pretty
Gunna get a set bitch
My gunnas are off your top
These hoes ain't really workin'
These bitches giving top
Fuck my bitches wrong
We'll leave you leakin' like a mop
These hoes thuggin' on a gram, cappin'
That shit need to stop
[Chorus]
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (Stay in her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game (It ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch (Bitch)
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (In her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit ain't a game (Ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame (Bitch)
[Post-Chorus]
I got these hoes shook
I got em' mad (Got em' mad)
They mad a bad bitch
Gettin' to the bag (To the bag)
Dead a nigga, quick
I ain't with that tit for tat (Tit for tat)
Play with me
You gon' get fucking wack (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
Real bitch keep it 100
You fraud bitches can't relate
I got drug dealers and real killers
All around the way
Love the way my nigga eat it
Got it drippin' down his face
Niggas frauds bitch nigga
You ain't never catch a case
If a bitch try to play me
Ima give that bitch the boot
Only fuck with real bitches
Ain't no fake shit in my crew
Real expensive shorty
I want the double Gs on my shoes
You fucking with some bitch niggas
That my demons gunna shoot
If that nigga ain't got no bread
Ain't no pussy, rule number one
You hoes really scary
Bitch we do this shit for fun
Copiana tryna steal my style
These bitches is my sons
He don't want no smoke
Don't fuck with me
I ain't the one
[Chorus]
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (Stay in her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game (It ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch (Bitch)
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (In her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game (Ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame (Bitch)
I got these hoes shook
Yo, Nini
What's good sis?
These bitches think I'm playing with 'em
I ain't playing with these bitches no' more
Pull up on these fuck niggas
And these broke as hoes
You already know how the fuck we rockin'
[Chorus]
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit ain't a game
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch
[Verse 1]
Can't hang with no pussies
I beat my boot with straight gansters
My bitches all bad and we all get to that paper
Never needed nobody
Certified paper chaser
He serve the pussy up
And sip Patron like it's a chaser
Never been no bum
I'ma getting-money-ass bitch (period)
Pussy wet like Fiji, make a nigga nut quick
My sauce go lethal test
Bitch, I ain't gotta do no hit
Smoking hella gas
My blunts look like straight dicks
Heard that bitch looking for me
Tell her I'm in her city
Impressed about no beef
You hoes is really silly
Her nigga in my face
But he broke and don't got no glizzy
Only fuck with street niggas
Hell bitch but I'm so pretty
Gunna get a set bitch
My gunnas are off your top
These hoes ain't really workin'
These bitches giving top
Fuck my bitches wrong
We'll leave you leakin' like a mop
These hoes thuggin' on a gram, cappin'
That shit need to stop
[Chorus]
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (Stay in her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game (It ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch (Bitch)
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (In her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit ain't a game (Ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame (Bitch)
[Post-Chorus]
I got these hoes shook
I got em' mad (Got em' mad)
They mad a bad bitch
Gettin' to the bag (To the bag)
Dead a nigga, quick
I ain't with that tit for tat (Tit for tat)
Play with me
You gon' get fucking wack (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
Real bitch keep it 100
You fraud bitches can't relate
I got drug dealers and real killers
All around the way
Love the way my nigga eat it
Got it drippin' down his face
Niggas frauds bitch nigga
You ain't never catch a case
If a bitch try to play me
Ima give that bitch the boot
Only fuck with real bitches
Ain't no fake shit in my crew
Real expensive shorty
I want the double Gs on my shoes
You fucking with some bitch niggas
That my demons gunna shoot
If that nigga ain't got no bread
Ain't no pussy, rule number one
You hoes really scary
Bitch we do this shit for fun
Copiana tryna steal my style
These bitches is my sons
He don't want no smoke
Don't fuck with me
I ain't the one
[Chorus]
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (Stay in her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game (It ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame, bitch (Bitch)
These bitches they some goofies
They some lames (They some lames)
She don't want no smoke
Tell that bitch stay in her lane (In her lane)
Her boyfriend on my dick
Get his ass hit, this shit isn't a game (Ain't a game)
Chasing after racks
I don't give a fuck bout' no fame (Bitch)
I got these hoes shook