Print

This that, sorry I can't fake shit Yes we cocky can you blame us This that turn around and baby make it Drop on me right now Make it move shake like a quake hit I want that quick without the patience Make these baddies want relations Can't escape it got the fragrance Gold all in my teeth Yes I'm with my g's I heard that money keep calling So we want our reece piece Baby, please Let the homies feast Baby Shake them cheeks I heard that money keep calling So we want our reece piece Pre-roll- tucked I don't give a - fuck Never get e- nough Call my peoples - up Letras de canciones Pre-roll- tucked I don't give a - fuck Never get e- nough Call my peoples - up This that mmmmm we see through ya See you move with that maneuver Got you scoped just like a shooter Cut you out bitch you a blooper I need a cougar, need a future Need an Uber to the spot That ain't nothing you can copy Cuz we learnt it on the block This that sorry I can't fake shit In my veins and in your face Know you hate it but we love it Made a home where we displaced Beat go bang that boom bye bye Oh my life might lose my mind I can't fake shit I won't lie Only real ones by my side Gold all in my teeth Yes I'm with my g's I heard that money keep calling So we want our reece piece Baby please Let the homies feast Baby Shake them cheeks I heard that money keep calling So we want our reece piece Pre-roll- tucked I don't give a - fuck Never get e- nough Call my peoples - up Pre-roll- tucked I don't give a - fuck Never get e- nough Call my peoples - up From Letras Mania