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She give my sloppy toppy while I'm getting high I'm a dead man with no autopsy (Red dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro) I need me a Whitney like Bobby Yeah She give my sloppy toppy while I'm getting high I'm a dead man with no autopsy Need me a Whitney like Bobby because I got too many hoes that keep callin' One of a kind, you can't copy Bitch, pop, lock, and drop it Close the door, you ain't even gotta lock it Jump if you feelin' froggy Whac-A-Mole with the choppa, just like some coffee Yeah, she bad, she bad, she naughty naughty I can't even lie she a hottie, yeah She got thе perfect body Whisper in hеr ear, she can't tell nobody She know that she hot like teriyaki She hot like teriyaki If I ever go broke, still have my chain Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie If I ever go broke, still have my chain Letras de cancionesNaw, I'll never pawn shop 'em Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie Fuckin' this bitch is a fuckin' hobby Uh, I got the pocket rocket Still made it, and I never went to college, but I got plenty knowledge Oh, I'm in the rim, Vince Carter These nigga done bring problems All the money in the fuckin' world, nigga, still fightin' over a couple dollars She give my sloppy toppy while I'm getting high I'm a dead man with no autopsy Need me a Whitney like Bobby because I got too many hoes that keep callin' One of a kind, you can't copy Bitch, pop, lock, and drop it Close the door, you ain't even gotta lock it Jump if you feelin' froggy Whac-A-Mole with the choppa, just like some coffee Yeah, she bad, she naughty naughty I can't even lie she a hot hottie, with the perfect body Whisper in her ear, she can't tell nobody She know that she hot like teriyaki She hot like teriyaki If I ever go broke, still have my chain Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie If I ever go broke, still have my chain Naw, I'll never pawn shop 'em Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie Sing to the bitch, Uncle Charlie Fuckin' this bitch is a fuckin' hobby Yeah, I got the pocket rocket Still made it, and I never went to college, but I got plenty knowledge Oh, I'm in the rim, Vince Carter These nigga done bring problems All the money in the fuckin' world, nigga, still fightin' over a couple dollars Huh Huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh, uh From Letras Mania