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I just told Richie we rich Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain’t what it seems Okay, you gotta light on you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Superfresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret right with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the lottery Yeah, balling and swinging the bag If I give you everything Would you go pop these tags? If I was down bad Would you give all you had? I just wanna make you laugh I don't wanna make you mad I don't wanna make you sad I just wanna make you play Yeah, swervin' off up in the car Babygirl goin' too fast Letras de cancionesBabygirl don't gotta brag Babygirl way too different Shawty, she don't ever listen I'm Jordan, she Scottie Pippen Ayy, go to the move for a vacay That is my lil' bae, bae She be drivin' me cray, cray Might load up my AK I'm gon' walk down with it on the street I'ma tell that boy come with me I'ma tell him to take a seek I'ma shoot him and yes, we get it Oh, yeah Drivin' the car, it's suburban Lil' baby go sit on my lap She ridin' my dick while I'm swervin' I'm bustin' my nuts on the tits She seeing my kids in person And she keep a Glock on that girdle Pull 'em out when she makin' 'em hurdle Oh, yeah, she makin' 'em nervous Oh, I found we keep it to service And I got the drips like I'm merching Call, call and he sent a surgeon He callin' these check on my purchase I got it, my nigga, I earned it I flipped in this out and them burning I whip to the Lamb with the Persians Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain’t what it seems Okay, you gotta light on you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Superfresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret right with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the lottery Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh If I go to the grave, it's gon' be hard to replace me Cartier shades just to hide intoxication I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper I got shooters on demand, we ain't payin' for no cable Vampire count that money in the dark I tote that stingray but I know that I'm a shark I steal that lil bitch wig then I tell her play a part I steal and shoot this bitch, I know I'm hangin' 'round stars You in my hand, somethin' like sanitizer And I won't argue 'bout who'll get higher I ain't stuntin' that nigga 'cause high key way flyer Eat every beat that I'm on these tracks like appetizers Ayy, Lil Skies, you good, what you on? Yeah, smoking out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain’t what it seems Okay, you gotta light on you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Superfresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret right with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the lottery From Letras Mania