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Yeah (Ayy, Nove) Yeah (Nove don't trust you, homie) No bap Don't let shit get to yo' head (Yeah) Got too many bitches in bed These hoes wan' do what I say, just like Simon Says Three A.M., speedin' on the highway, I'm tryna put ya to bed Colorful money, yeah, all my hunnids blue, yeah, but we bang red (Blatt) Yeah, and it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota) I got bitches geeked up in the bedroom, Coca-Cola (Cola) Baby, one night her, had to wave her off my shoulder (Shoulder) Wanna get these muhfuckin' hunnids, I could show ya Yeah, and I'm poppin' my shit, you can tell My name 'round town ring bells (Yeah) In the trap with the bricks and the bales Got a whole lot of shit and some shells But these niggas be rats, they tell, yeah Prada cologne on ya, smell, yeah Real water, bitch, Michael Phelps All that I wanted was loyalty and I ain't even need nun' else I'm just stackin' my green, this shit off the scale You used to be my dog, nigga, yeah, we was like Kenan and Kel (Kel) Now you gon' have to watch me ball, done got me a muhfuckin' ticket Letras de cancionesGotta keep my Glocky on, know that this shit get wicked Momma knew I was a star, she was sayin' this shit since infant (Infant) Nigga be cap up in they raps, but, my nigga, I really live it, yeah Shawty ate the dick so good, I put this lil' ho in Fendi (Fendi) Don't let shit get to yo' head (Yeah) Got too many bitches in bed These hoes wan' do what I say, just like Simon Says Three A.M., speedin' on the highway, I'm tryna put ya to bed Colorful money, yeah, all my hunnids blue, yeah, but we bang red (Blatt) Yeah, and it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota) I got bitches geeked up in the bedroom, Coca-Cola (Cola) Baby, one night her, had to wave her off my shoulder (Shoulder) Wanna get these muhfuckin' hunnids, I could show ya (Show ya) From Letras Mania