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Oh yeah Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice Can't go in the club without my pipe Told her I can buy you what you like Told her, ''I don't really got a type'' Told her, ''Come and ride me like a bike'' Make money every week I walk in with my pistol on my hand, they think I'm Pete, ayy Niggas hella sweet, ay, ride, jit, creep, yeah Ridin' 'round the town with an all-black Jeep Said I got the green, after green, after green, like the parsley How I made the girls in my phone look likе Barbies How many hoes did you hit, hardly I didn't evеn know that was your bitch, sorry Take my shirt off in this bitch, I'm David Banner Keep my blicky while I'm ridin' through Atlanta I ain't done yet but I'm ridin' in a fanum All this money on my neck just like a tie All this Prada on my body, I might cry Saw the number on my taxes, almost died Heard you beggin' for some money, girl, you’re fried Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Letras de canciones I done tell you once, I'll tell you twice Can't go in the club without my pipe Told her I can buy you what you like Told her, ''I don't really got a type'' Told her, ''Come and ride me like a bike'' Oh yeah Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah From Letras Mania