Down Ass Girl lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Hook 1: Girl & (Waka Flocka Flame)]
That's why I'm his down ass girl (Waka Flocka)
I hold his weed, I smoke his purp (Flocka)
I ride all day with my n*gga work (Why?)
Pay my bills, he pay my rent (And...)
When he traps, I hold his stacks, he calls me his down ass girl

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Yes, that is my down ass chick
She ain't gotta work no more
Rent-free, bill-free
School tuition, it's on me
Trap house running so hard
You would think that sh*t was on E
Pills, I work deals
I'm worth a mills, thanks to my lady
I'm certified with them babies
Try to f*ck her, highway crazy
When she touchdown, when she get back
I'ma take her out, I'ma take her shopping
I'ma give her this, I'ma give her that
Jaguar, Nascar, Hotcar, yes
Gucci bag, Louie bag, Fendi bag, yes
Shawty so fresh, shawty so fresh

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