Tendenciosa (feat. DEREK)

She wants to shake her ass for the train
Shake her ass for the train
She wants to shake her ass for (Nagalli, he sends the magic)
Because the boys have

She wants to shake her ass for the train
Because the boys have money to spend
She's tendencious, hot, a lover of money
Only thinks about making a profit
Every day, night, every hour
These bills need to come in
She wants ass and silicone
And her mouth looks like a balloon

She asks me for favors all the time
Calm down, babe, I'm not your sugar daddy
This naughty girl is always glued to me
Like a flea (jumps)
She jumps again
She sits on my d extbackslash{}nAgain
Do you think that's good?
Then come test my firepower
On top of the silver XRE
She covers the plate with her nail, forget it
The brunette, hair down to her ass
Decorating my backseat

Bitch, if I have enemies
They hate me alone
You talk bad and walk together
Talk bad about me and keep listening
She wants my money (my money, my money)
My bills inside my jeans
Pussy burning like chili beans
These guys try to slow me down, my piece will sing
Man, like Ludacris
Don't touch the little guy, he's the same tape
He's not a DVD, but he's the same tape
Knock-knock on the door, your visitor has arrived

Imagine if it's G-Hard with the piece in the holster?
Imagine if it's Koda with the piece in the holster?
Imagine if it's Nagalli with the piece in the holster?
Imagine if it's Honaiser with the piece in the holster?
Imagine if it's Toledo with the piece in the holster?
Imagine if it's a holster with the piece tucked in?
Imagine if I squeeze this shit through the peephole
And you're sitting in the living room?

And if I aim, I shoot, I hit the target
You know, then I pull the bomb home
It's that I have some friends, they're like vampires
They only come out at night
It's that there are some sold out
Who root for my downfall
But I'm the one who's gonna strike, they want my death
Me, who smokes luck
Me, who talks about cutting

I'm with the guys smoking the lucky one
There are so many guns, I feel like I'm in COD
I get high trying to understand
Why the boys only spend in lounges
The piece tucked in and sings a melody
Your trap is weak and lacks melanin
We know your guys smoke K2
He acts like a ref, deep down, he's a bull, yeah

Gang, gang, gang
Bitches around the black guy
They like the black guy who has game concept
Using a drug so white
That it even reminds me of Kylie Jenner

Man, I swear this ice is putting me in a coma
(Putting me in a coma, man)
Slept with a redhead, woke up, the girl was blonde
But I already know this girl likes to fuck with artists
Nike sponsors, silicone, you know, we sponsor

She wants to shake her ass for the train
Because the boys have money to spend
I get too high (too high)
It's like I live in a bar
It's that my Glock, she sings happily
Like Sandy and Junior, she makes you jump
You're a fly on the track, you'll be a macaw
My guys are psycho, they're like
(Who called this guy?)