On They Neck Lyrics – Erica Banks

About the song: On They Neck Lyrics is written and sung by Erica Banks. The title of the song is On They Neck(from “Bruised” soundtrack).

On They Neck Lyrics

Bit^h please

Bit^h please
OG Parker

Hard when I step, know I’m steppin’ where they neck go
Flyin’ private, yeah, I’m everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is ’cause we let those
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bi^ch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she ain’t know it then, Bi^ch you know it now (On God)

Dripped out like hot sauce
Playin’, she can get pound on
Wild bit^es with the top off
9, 10, we’ll get you knocked off
Old hoes getting dropped off
They don’t even meet the standards (Pussy)
New hoes getting tooked off
They don’t even see the camera (Huh)
Hatin’ on me, but they ni^^a not
I got a rollie now, I got a bigger box
Runnin’ to me, got the bigger clock
And ima bust it, then I got the bigger knots
Wonderin’ if I should hit or not
Fu^k your friend, I want the bigger thot
Balenci bag when I switch it out
‘Cause I’ma spend it all and ima rent it out

Hard when I step, know I’m steppin’ where they neck go
Flyin’ private, yeah, I’m everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is ’cause we let those
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bi^ch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she ain’t know it then, Bi^ch you know it now (On God)

Rockin’, I’m rollin’, don’t do no patroling
I’m high off the blunt in the room
I got the shit with the ice and “hoe, it’s f^ck the price”
In this hoe ima stunt in this room
I need designer, turn up that Rihanna
I bought at the store and it comes with the shoes
All of these Bi^ches be all up in my business
They takin’ the sauce and they ruin the tune
Ride L, vibe L, put them hoes in time out
Hoe, don’t let me find out
All your ni&&as mine now
Draped out and dripped up
Ni^^a come and put your bi^ch up
Ni^^a, you gon’ get your Bi^ch fu^ked
Know I probably keep the shit tucked
I just went and spend 20 thousand on stilletos
Ridin’ round the city, Nina with me in a Lambo
Inside peanuts butter, outside yellow
Been had all the drip, I’m not your Bi^ch, I’ll put that shit on

Hard when I step, know I’m steppin’ where they neck go
Flyin’ private, yeah, I’m everywhere the check go (Gone)
The only reason haters talk is ’cause we let those
But she keep talkin’ crazy ima cock it back and let go
She get smoked out (Gone)
She get smoked out (Bi^ch)
She get smoked out (Huh)
Bring the dope out (On God)
She get smoked out (Yeah)
She get smoked out (Huh)
If she ain’t know it then, Bi^ch you know it now (God)

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