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Hey! I got gas, but I ain't been eatin' beans Wait Wait, I been eatin' beans Whoa, hey (ayy) Whoa, hey (ayy) Baby, I'm a bad boy I might hurt you I need a therapist And a perc too I need a cash flow You fuck with fat hoes I ain't got no drugs I'm turnin' to an asshole At the stove, cookin' eggs Need a new pan She a pro with the head She don't use hands I need hundreds in the sky And a blue tint You ain't on the family tree Who is you, fam? I be itchin' for the pack I'm a dope fiend Letras de cancionesI drink thot blood What the fuck is codiene? Ayy What the fuck is codiene? Yo baby mama learned some tricks Tryna show me Ayyyyy Truth is I don't really fuck with these hoes I just fuck with these hoes When I want fuck with these hoes And my dick go right in they muhfuckin' nose And if they ain't with that way then that go right through they toes I don't pop a xan for the culture Yo bitch suck me dead like a vulture Workin' with my wood like a sculptor Big booty hoes show me ultra Baby, I'm a bad boy I might hurt you I need a therapist And a perc too I need a cash flow You fuck with fat hoes I ain't got no drugs I'm turnin' to an asshole At the stove, cookin' eggs Need a new pan She a pro with the head She don't use hands I need hundreds in the sky And a blue tint You ain't on the family tree Who is you, fam? From Letras Mania