Ain't Thinking Bout Her lyrics

[Hook]

I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home

I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone

Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and its [?]

Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone

Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home

Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome

Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on

[Verse 1]

What the fuck is wrong with this lil bitch, she won't leave me lone

Keep texting my phone, she like baby why you do me wrong?

She's a doggy bitch i'm not the owner but gave her a bone

She just want me cuz she heard my name ring like a telephone

Bitch im in ya house, in ya house

Like i was jerome

If you run your mouth, we'll turn your crib to a haunted home

I don't got no spouse, i just met her fucked her on the couch

I be cashing out, and these louis shoes not coming out

I like your dress but take it off

Thick, rich, white hoes in my house

Got a jar of molly from a homie, and i passed them out

I can't think about these hoes, like my mind broke

That hoe tried to take me out for dinner, i didn't even go

I always eat on the go, point me to the door

We find out you holding paraphernalia we gone' kick your door

Yo bitch she was on my dick, so i put it on her lip

Nine Eleven with extended clips, too big for my hip

[Hook]

I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home

I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone

Selling dubs and sawbucks out this back and its [?]

Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone

Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home

Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome

Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on

[Verse 2]

I remember i was selling salt, i didn't have no coke

I remember i was in that cold i didn't have a coat

I Hit it with the soda watch it float like a sail boat

It always leave an odor in my house, you can smell dope

My old school is classical, its classic like a shell toe

And you ain't gotta say you going broke i can tell though

Be sure your what we about, we'll teach you bout running your mouth

Chrome lips they poking out, they kiss bitches right in the mouth

Everytime these hoes run through my house, they always get lost

They rappers faking the game, i already figured them out

Hit the mall and then start cashing out, forget what about

If he ain't talking about no guop, im not hearing him out

V12 vetral V8, and this motherfucker so fast i can't keep the wheel straight

I fuck bitches everyday, i went to sleep last night with a bitch woke up to a new face

[Hook]

I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, i left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home

I got dope feinds in my trap, i got dope fiends on the phone

Selling dubs and sawbucks out this bag and its [?]

Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face like im Karl Malone

Call my lawyer baby beat my case, bitch im coming home

Louis bag fill it up with 100's, drop it on your dome

Expensive cologne left the fragrance when i spray it on