Bored Lyrics

Bitch this shit on the floor, floor, floor

Bitch I be talking my shit I be bored, bored, oh, bored

You text my phone on that shit you ignored, ignored, oh, no

You running up on that shit we gone blow, blow, oh, blow

She wanna see me said come to my show, oh, oh

That bitch a treesh and we already knew, knew, oh

Rick owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh

I knew that you was gone leave me its true, oh, oh

Bitch

Im in that

Whip with the black out tints

Sipping that shit I might pass out

I got a stick I don't lack out bitch

Playing that shit I might black out

I might pull up in them black out tints

Playing them games you gone lag out bitch

I don't miss frames i move tact now bitch

Young nigga block hot like miami

I can see you a bitch but thats not in me

I went up now its stuck what done got in me

I went up now its stuck what done got in me

All my choppas they sing like they got grammy's

I might fuck on your mother not granny

I got too many sons like I got nanny

Tell that hoe that I want dome but not fanny

Bitch this shit on the floor, floor, floor

Bitch I be talking my shit I be bored, bored, oh, bored

You text my phone on that shit you ignored, ignored, oh, no

You running up on that shit we gone blow, blow, oh, blow

She wanna see me said come to my show, oh, oh

That bitch a treesh and we already knew, knew, oh

Rick owen jeans all on me like some trues, oh, oh

I knew that you was gone leave me its true, oh, oh