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Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh (d.a. got that dope) Innocent 'til proven guilty, [?] niggas with no Pateks Someone special in my city so my Glock come with a titty I'd rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security If my nigga ain't with me, better believe I got a gun close to me If my nigga ain't with me, I'm prolly creepin', I got your ho with me But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me Fuckin' on her and her momma, none of you niggas cold as me Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me Know she wanna be my baby Say she tryna stroll with me No, you cannot be my lady Ain't finna have no ho with me She know that I'ma annoy you, nigga Don't need it just to pop a nigga I rock a nigga, dirty Glock, bitch, you play with pencils I don't give no fucks, I'm climbin' to the top I still'll pop a nigga I don't give no fucks, I came to get the guap I don't need to talk to niggas Head buster, wig splitter, my hitta, he a go-getter Letras de cancionesStep on you and boy are jealous Ballin' on 'em, SportsCenter I fuck your bitch then return to sender If I fuck your bitch, I might leave it in her She eat the dick but can't stay for dinner Would turn a good girl into a sinner Leav your man, come fuck with a winner Leave your man, come fuck in a sprinter All these racks, woulda thought I got a printer All these racks, gotta fuck this business Innocent 'til proven guilty, [?] niggas with no Pateks Someone special in my city so my Glock come with a titty I'd rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security If my nigga ain't with me, better believe I got a gun close to me If my nigga ain't with me, I'm prolly creepin', I got your ho with me But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me Fuckin' on her and her momma, none of you niggas cold as me Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me Fifty thousand, back end The bitch come do this show with me Lately I been fuckin' on her frien, how she go with me? I put all my niggas in position Winnin' was the goal, how the fuck we have an issue? I took perfect but it's missin', got the gang from the kitchen Don't forget to the dishes, bakin' soda and the, nevermind I hear Lambo' trucks went up, I'm sellin' mine Every time my young nigga touched, I spend a dime You see me, I was never totin' back then, on Reece Bad bitch, we called to fuck her friend, free skeet Ayy, free Spencer, nigga, drive, ayy, Ric' (Free the boys) Innocent 'til proven guilty, [?] niggas with no Pateks Someone special in my city so my Glock come with a titty I'd rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security If my nigga ain't with me, better believe I got a gun close to me If my nigga ain't with me, I'm prolly creepin', I got your ho with me But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me Fuckin' on her and her momma, none of you niggas cold as me Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh From Letras Mania