Ganamos (feat. Haze) - Bebe

Not safe for work You know what to do She gives bro next, people staring back Looking like an angel but she's wearing black Hop up in the range, girl I'm feeling that Make that mini skirt do a disappearing act I'm Houdini with the lingerie oh Specialized in hoes getting out of their clothes Do it in the mirror working on a new pose She going to press that ass out while she standing on her tippy toes Ti-ti-tippy toes, ought to strip it hoes Shake it shimmy those, l-l-l-love it when you give me those Putting on a show, you know that I'm feeling those pics Should drop it low and send a couple videos Not loyal, no one I never ever trust But they sending pics, probably making?hell in can of blush? I think I'm more famous than I'm letting on Cause these hoes getting off before getting on Now I may be turnt Put a few down and a couple of perks Faded right now, cause --- Take your phone out Send me something not safe for work Not safe for work Not safe for work Girl, take your phone out Send me something not safe for work Got a bad phone for them bad hoes In the background seeing me chilling in a bathrobe Getting back rubs in the spa, everything I asked for From what I've seen I'm not sure she even have clothes Right on, I told her to chive on Ass from America, [?] Taiwan Ripping nylon on their itty bitty thong That body's so electric, told her to slide on Now I may be turnt Put a few down and a couple of perks Faded right now, cause --- Take your phone out Send me something not safe for work Not safe for work Not safe for work Girl, take your phone out Send me something not safe for work [?] that ain't my thing Go on and send me that P I C The sun goes down and we get nasty Oh it's going down, oh we going wow [?] that ain't my thing Go on and send me that P I C The sun goes down and we get nasty Oh it's going down, oh we going wow Now I may be turnt Put a few down and a couple of perks Faded right now, cause --- Take your phone out Send me something not safe for work Not safe for work Not safe for work Girl, take your phone out Send me something not safe for work Not safe for work Not safe for work Girl, take your phone out Send me something not safe for work Not safe for work Not safe for work Girl, take your phone out Send me something not safe for work

Shout outs to all my crop circles niggas, ennih Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase Them niggas ain't getting money that's why they reminiscing Me and Pebs on the M Way doin hella missions I know I charted fam I should be on the television Jazzy told me stop trappin' but I never listen I ain't hard to find I'm always on the block No iPhones when we walk into my spot 20 something lights, can't afford for this to flop Wish don't compare the market they'd insurance on the crop If you see my crop house you'd be amazed Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze And I just booked some flights for the whole team Wakin up to head I feel like Mo Green So I ain't shottin' white or brown The Ice City got Gelato by the pound I'm used to re-upping in Amsterdam Now these packs come from San Fran I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase My pinkie ring weighs three ounce of gold Flawless diamonds in my mouth I'm cookin down to foke Imma arrogant prick nigga now you know I shoot you in your face then I walk around the smoke She said she can't feel her face sniffin down my coke She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold When I'm drivin in my whip she got me down her throat Nobody tells me nutting cuz I'm that official Nor I'm selling crack cocaine and I'm slapping missiles When I pull up in the Benz niggas know its me Crime scene in my hands cuz everybody knows we G's RIP the dash brands yeah they know its beef Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries Lock me up but they know they couldn't hold the G Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own these streets I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase