POSTMAN Lyrics

Sent it in the mail

You'll receive from the postman

So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman

Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and

I see motherfuckers with my style

You need some coaching

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I'm in the cut like a G-String

Tre Squad up in this bitch like the Wu-Tang

Bitches all on me, they love the way I do things

I know it hurts to see your shawty on my Ding-A-Ling

Look at the chicks I bone

You ain't on the shit I'm on

If they ain't doing what I want

Uh, send em home

You that nigga that be crying, begging on the phone

Like "Come on baby why you acting like that? Gimmie some!"

They hate what they can't be so I got many opponents

But watch your step

Come out your neck, just know my niggas be rollin

We watchin flicks, she on my dick

She needa give me a moment

She treat that dick just like a horsey

Tell her giddy up on it

A pop sensation, you can't reach me

You'd be blessed to see in 3D

Got the game they're like "Come teach me"

Not too many get this degree

It's a freaky bitch named Kiki

Wanna give me head just like a Tiki

Can't let dusty bitches treat me

Bitch I'll catch the heebie jeebies

They all on me cuz I'm jiggy and they love my features

I can have a lot of hoes, but having one is cheaper

Got a lot of dope for sale, just hit me on my beeper

It's getting ugly in this bitch like a Fila sneaker (And yeah I)

Sent it in the mail

You'll receive from the postman

So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman

Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and

I see motherfuckers with my style

You need some coaching

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Oh I think they like me

Your hoe think I'm icy

Bitches cut me off cuz I won't let em be my wifey

Your bitch fat and white

She look just like Alex Wiley

My bitch super thick

Got more ass than a bike seat

This that flow that'll get me paid

My fit gonna get me laid

They just watch and copy paste

I see why these niggas hate

Ayo why you trippin fam? You did everything you can

It's my job to be the man, it's your job to be a fan

Nigga I been pimpin since Big Pimpin, shoutout JiggaMan

Niggas hate, then go and let them hate

Just watch your temperament

If you get me mad enough, I'll hit you in your ligaments

Catch a body, bet I'll get away with it like Zimmerman

Then I hit my dance, bitch I'm hyphy

She say she gon cut me off, that's unlikely

Niggas think they're super saiyan, then come fight me

Am I with your girl? Gucci Mane, bitch I might be

Sent it in the mail

You'll receive from the postman

So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman

Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and

I see motherfuckers with my style

You need some coaching

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Sent it in the mail

You'll receive from the postman

So dope, I done sold dope to the dopeman

Been a minute since the day I hopped up off the porch and

I see motherfuckers with my style

You need some coaching

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out

Go check him out

Go go check him out