S.A.B. lyrics

by

Zack Kharbouch


[Chorus: MeetSims]
Old stupid ass b*tch
You old stupid ass b*tch
What you tryna curve me?
b*tch you tryna curve me?

[Verse 1: Chinx]
Pull up on a b*tch, better act right
Then we whipping off in the mad white
Know a n*gga tryna see what that like
We already poured about a half pint
Let me hold something fore the hoes get you
The gold digging hoes ain’t funny
Like the late great Don Bishop
b*tch better have my money
Ho, no we can’t go on no dates
I’m on the road to the bank
Blowing that loud with your skank
Dunk on these hoes in the paint
n*gga already clapped on the backboard
Give it to a ho if she ask for it
Told her she could get the di*k half off
pus*y been around, need a passport
Running up the mob, can’t hear
Hoes know my n*ggas gone share
Broke n*gga never gone fear
Foreign whip, n*gga gone steer 'em
Young n*gga made it out the trap house
Over 100 million served
Broke b*tch get on a n*gga’s nerves
Hit his bum b*tch with the swerve
[Chorus: MeetSims]
Old stupid ass b*tch
You old stupid ass b*tch
What you tryna curve me?
b*tch you tryna curve me?

[Verse 2: Chinx]
She ain’t never dropped on a sack
Always be the first one smoke
Show up with the weed and the yak
She be on the first thing smoked
Tryna hit the club, looking cold on the line
Leave a b*tch hanging like clothes on the line
n*gga just did 12 shows in a line
Through the roof, back b*tch dove in the ride
Get your pills and your drink in that Styrofoam cup
If you lit and she with it n*gga probably gone f*ck
I’m the man ho, f*ck you n*ggas thought
She was talking only cause she got lips
If she ever try style on the boss
Most likely she a stupid ass b*tch

[Chorus: MeetSims]
Old stupid ass b*tch
You old stupid ass b*tch
What you tryna curve me?
b*tch you tryna curve me?
Old stupid ass b*tch
You old stupid ass b*tch
What you tryna curve me?
b*tch you tryna curve me?
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