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Look (Look) Let me talk to 'em (Let me talk to 'em) Look (Bitch ass nigga) Grrt I say, "Damn, baby, can you throw it in my section?" (Huh) She keep touching on me, she keep telling me I'm sexy (Telling me I'm-) Maybe it's my car, or my clothes, or my necklace (Or) Or maybe it's the way I rock 'n roll with my weapon Uh, I say, "Damn, baby, can you throw it in my section?" (Throw it in my-) She keep touching on me, she keep telling me I'm sexy (Uh) Maybe it's my car, or my clothes, or my necklace (Or) Or maybe it's the way I rock 'n roll with my weapon Look, I just rubbed some hot Cheeto dust on my sweater (On my set) And she still gon' let me fuck and I just met her (Damn) Told her he can do it good, but I do it better (I do it better) After that, proceeded to lay the wood, then go get some cheddar I bet he won't, but I wish he would (I wish he would) I came in here ready and I'm on go Once we get into it, you gotta do better (Bitch) Ayy, what you doin'? I like how you moving Can I get groovy with ya? (Damn, shawty) Ayy, we ain't gotta take no pictures (Ha, ha) I just wanna make movies with you, ayy (Ayy) Letras de cancionesI say, "Damn, baby, can you throw it in my section?" (Throw it in my-) She keep touching on me, she keep telling me I'm sexy (Telling me I'm-) Maybe it's my car, or my clothes, or my necklace (What is?) Or maybe it's the way I rock 'n roll with my weapon (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Uh, I say, "Damn, baby, can you throw it in my section?" (Throw it in my-) She keep touching on me, she keep telling me I'm sexy (That I'm) Maybe it's my car, or my clothes, or my necklace (Look) Or maybe it's the way I rock 'n roll with my weapon (Grrt, baow, baow) In the V.I.P section poppin' bottles, getting lit We getting lit, oh this your bitch? Well, don't get shot over a bitch (Nigga) We hit him twice like ten for flinching, he ain't even had to flinch (Bow, baow) What's-his-name froze up on that mission, he couldn't get it right since, bitch I don't write shit I ain't in the right state of mind, I spit Uh, straight fire shit (Fire shit) Uh, woke up on some get straight to the cake icing (Type shit) Type shit (Nigga) Look (Look) I say, "Damn, baby, can you throw it in my section?" (Can you throw it in my-) She keep touching on me, she keep telling me I'm sexy (Telling me I'm-) Maybe it's my car, or my clothes, or my necklace (What is?) Or maybe it's the way I rock 'n roll with my weapon (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Uh, I say, "Damn, baby, can you throw it in my section?" (Throw it in my-, uh) She keep touching on me, she keep telling me I'm sexy (Telling me that I'm-) Maybe it's my car, or my clothes, or my necklace (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Or maybe it's the way I rock 'n roll with my weapon (Gang) Throw it my- (Throw it in my-) In my- (In my-) Ayy, ayy Brrt, baow, baow, baow From Letras Mania