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(Intro) DJ Scream in the hood, MMG representer Alongside, my nigga DJ Spinz And we present to the motherfuckin streets Gucci Mane, Trap God 2 nigga! (Verse) I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up And I’m the milkman, you better call red man up I’m bout myself man and yes I rap my bread back up Ya hell better low, tryina rob a rich bank truck 8 ounces and a crush soda Last month I damn near smoked the Range Rover I bought a plank, correct the ceiling, put the strong in it I’m drinkin raw out the jar, caviar sippin I might need a new prescription These young hoes fuckin senior citizens Damn, yer little sister – granddaddy mistress Sad, secretary suckin politicians You mad, you know that Mr. cheatin on his Mrs. Remember when I could just take a bitch to end this But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly Cuz I really feel you think it’s hell, I think that we’ve made it (Hook) Letras de cancionesThese hoes, mostly these niggas go broke for these hoes, Big bad bully bunny be for these hoes Married 30 years but he sleep with these hoes Spending all his money, going out to eat MOB mane, money over bitches These niggas say they real but they just a bunch of bitches Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen Baby girl where you was when I was water wippin? When I was water wippin, when I was water wippin Baby girl where you was when I was water wippin? When I was water wippin, when I was water wippin Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen (Verse) Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen So many chickens in my kitchen, got my palms itchin You suckin a rich nigga dick, you in a good position You say yo baby daddy broke, bitch you really trippin Wut’s wrong wit ya? What kind of life you livin? You wanna ball? Hit the mall or just eat twice the chicken Gucci be really pimpin, I need just 30 minutes And if you cool baby we can fuck every Wednesday But you must pay attention, baby you got to listen The first rules, that you cannot have hoes in my business You know I ball relentless, pull up in Benz and Bentleys And I don’t wanna meet yo daddy, I ain’t fuckin friendly I had 3 hundred 50 thousand, I was on the 20 Yo baby daddy book, I bury his ass in fuckin 20’s Yea I’m a fat nigga but all I want is fuckin skinnies And I don’t wanna fuck that bitch cuz she too fuckin skinny (Hook) These hoes, mostly these niggas go broke for these hoes, Big bad bully bunny be for these hoes Married 30 years but he sleep with these hoes Spending all his money, going out to eat MOB mane, money over bitches These niggas say they real but they just a bunch of bitches Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen Baby girl where you was when I was water wippin? When I was water wippin, when I was water wippin Baby girl where you was when I was water wippin? When I was water wippin, when I was water wippin Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen From Letras Mania