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Ayy, ayy ayy ayy, yeah Oh, woah Ayy, I let you woah woah woah I let her hold my gun Jeez, I know she like it when I'm on my Steeze Oh, bitch what you want? Baow, ayy, baow I know she like it rough (Like it rough), uh I know she wanna touch, you know I'm a one to one (one to one) You can't even talk to that bitch unless you throw a hundred ones Ooh that's a honeybun (Oh), ooh that's your honey, huh? I hit the jap and they toss us a double Dutch (Uh) She got it down like a Tonka truck, I know she wit a bone All of my niggas, we pipin' up (Ooh) All of my chicks, they go to my safe I'm with the camp and we havin' our way (Havin' our way) He ain't poppin' no tags, he ain't drippin' to the grave Get out my face, shawty you ain't my taste I had to pipе her up, put her on gang I'm like thе icing on top of the cake Look at your frame, baby look at your waist Look at the time, I'm boardin' the plane I got fifty different shades (Uh), they all grey I just counted up a hunnid, okay Letras de cancionesBabygirl, what you doin' today? It's the way that you shakin' that thing for me It's the way that you suck with both hands for me Slurp it up, fuck it up, what you want I just wan bust my nut then leave I was in LA with the baddest bitches I cannot fold on my bros over business I pour it up, baby what you sippin'? I might give her some dick, I ain't givin' no digits What's that sound? Ooh, crickets I made the top but I ain't even finish I fuck her right, turn a city girl to a civilian Dependin' on how I'm feelin' (Ayy) I ain't wan walk in the party with all of this money on me but I did I ain't wanna fuck on your bitch, ooh shit, but I did I check the time on my wrist, oh shit, I should've fled I keep that fire on my hip instead I ain't gon lie, I ain't goin' out sad (Nah) Goin' out bad (Bad) I made her delete her Vsco and made a fuckin' OnlyFans (Yeah) I had to fuck her with Crisco like I'm greasin' up my pan (Yeah) Told her meet me at the disco, I've been tryna see you dance Now babygirl take off them pants I know she like it rough (Like it rough), uh I know she wanna touch, you know I'm a one to one (one to one) You can't even talk to that bitch unless you throw a hundred ones Ooh that's a honeybun (Oh), ooh that's your honey, huh? I hit the jap and they toss us a double Dutch (Uh) She got it down like a Tonka truck, I know she wit a bone All of my niggas, we pipin' up (Ooh) All of my chicks, they go to my safe I'm with the camp and we havin' our way (Havin' our way) He ain't poppin' no tags, he ain't drippin' to the grave Get out my face, shawty you ain't my taste I had to pipe her up, put her on gang I'm like the icing on top of the cake Look at your frame, baby look at your waist Look at the time, I'm boardin' the plane (Oh oh oh) From Letras Mania