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Gun shots, we lots Hennessy, I don't really like scotch At the don when I'm talking to the dutch And the man with the pockets like fam you up Dippers and the wait notes Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your waist down Get loud when that kick sound You miss it, don't count up No tops, no tops Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop You gotta give the man props Your girl love a man lots Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug And I know she got that wagon from her mama Call it a homicide how she do The guys in Jamaica, man jealous Make me terrified I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody Oh, no no no no Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she let me record And I know where your head's at Letras de cancionesGot your attitude from your mama And I don't wanna set back Just do me a favor and save the drama Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them Your body's under my belt, just to make it official I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims I got trust issues, I might think you tripping Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it 'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga Call it a homicide how she do The guys in Jamaica, man jealous Make me terrified I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody Oh, no no no no Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she let me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mama And I don't wanna set back Just do me a favor and save the drama Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the daily Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight Hit the high notes like Mariah I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right I'mma grow, I'mma get you high tonight Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm whipping Hair on trap, that's 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest Oh, no no no no Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door Sex tape never, 'less she let me record And I know where your head's at Got your attitude from your mama And I don't wanna set back Just do me a favor and save the drama From Letras Mania