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Oh wait, ah, ouh yeah Ouh yeah, oh wait In the kitchen and it's Tastey Bitch Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me Shawty was actin' too boujee When she see the car that I'm in And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin' You gotta have you a check just to book me I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay Too much room in the Maybach She don't know what to do with herself Pulled up clean, A-jacks She on that white red like a patty melt And her Rolex tell where the date at In the city where I know all thе hate at Lightweight, but you know wherе the weight at The pack touch down, I'ma fuckin' Tom Brady that Touch down, touch now Heavy buzz, too much Crown Heater on my waist and it weigh fo' pounds Silence on the gun so it make no sounds Push you on the snow like a old red sled Letras de cancionesI turned her down like a hotel bed She want the red like she's in for a year What she in for? Infrared I'm workin' my shit, I'm poppin' my shit Y'all niggas ain't stoppin' my shit I'm clutchin' my shit, I'm bussin' my shit Told y'all, don't fuck with my shit CookUpBoss, I'm really lit Got rich off talkin' shit Fucked around and get ya hit And fucked your bitch, you lil fuckin' bitch Look, shit cool till it ain't cool I told y'all I ain't no rapper, yeah Puttin' your gun on Instagram I can tell you ain't no stepper I be on the PJ in my PJs And some Gucci slides and my carry-on That's a hunnid thou' I'm a lil nigga, money Shaq size, she know the vibe Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me Shawty was actin' too boujee When she see the car that I'm in And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin' You gotta have you a check just to book me I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay Yeah, mushroom, bada-boom-bada-bing Takin' doors down, I'm a boss, I'm a king That dope, have your bitch up on the pole She groom in a row, on the road with the team, that pro I'm too cold, need a coat Spill my guts out, scratchy throat Cough on a coffin, killin' 'em often Should've been a hit, paid up and go The pirate arrived in a white '95 I apply what I write to a code Cocaine on the seats, propane on the beat I'm a flame to the heat, you cold Old school like a log in a blue stove No fools want a problem with you-know No tools in the box, you can't screw me No crew got a pocket for loose holes Lame rappers, fuck outta here Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me Shawty was actin' too boujee When she see the car that I'm in And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin' You gotta have you a check just to book me I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay From Letras Mania