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(I just told Richie we rich) Riding 'round town wit' a F&N Pocket full of white guys, dead presidents We gon' spin your block, leave no evidence Leave no witness I just scratched your bitch right off my hitlist I know you sick, know you mad Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act Jump in that pussy, jump in that pussy, it wet like a ocean Bean in my lean Nigga, try me He gon' need a gun for me You can't afford to die I get off these drugs and I feel like I could touch the sky I'm drinking on Henny Broke-ass nigga, boy, you probably still shop at JC Penney Mama told me I was a star You still stay wit' your mama wit' no job and no car Finna sign a deal for a couple commas I'ma turn around, give that to my mama I know you sick, know you mad Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act Letras de cancionesJump in that pussy, jump in that pussy, it wet like a ocean Bean in my lean Nigga, try me Riding 'round town wit' a F&N Pocket full of white guys, dead presidents We gon' spin your block, leave no evidence Leave no witness I just scratched your bitch right off my hitlist I know you sick, know you mad Off these Percs, I swear to God, I don't know how to act Jump in that pussy, jump in that pussy, it wet like a ocean Bean in my lean Nigga, try me (Boy) From Letras Mania