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Get tinted up, I will not catch that Get tinted up, I will not (Uh-oh, uh-oh) (Uh-oh) Told her, "Baby, when I hit it from the back" Only time I'm movin' backwards (Only time I'm movin' backwards) She actin' like she got it on the chess A nigga had to check her (But she really wanna check me out) I be really just chillin', no smoke, no beef, no heifer (Uh-uh) Out of sight, out of mind, no pressure (Uh-uh) Read my mind, gave it up, no effort (Uh-uh) Louis Vuitton on her toes, blood stepper (Uh-uh) One-ten, on the one-ten flyin now, flyin down, privacy Don't be askin' me where I been aw man, aw man, it's secure You what I need missed out with someone who give a fuck I pull up, Bentley truck, hit the gas and hiccup Oh, I've been drinking Two cups tryna catch amnesia Oh, I've been drinking Two gulps, just drank two liters Oh, I've been drinking Who told you I was gonna be here? Oh, I'm gon' leave Who told you I was gonna be here? Letras de cancionesWalk with my chin up Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy) He was gettin' tinted up I will not catch that whip (Caddy) I was on the golf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad) No bread, no sandwich No bands, made palace (Alright) Somehow still managed to beat the pussy up like Malice Cuzzo kept the clipse, no malice Tryna stay balanced, nigga put the city on the atlas Huh, and then I graduated, got my talis Saint Louis, cash cowboy Now I'm like Zeke, got a freak out in Dallas Two freaks, one for me, one for T Got beef? Turn a nigga to a patty When I-, when I walk in this bitch with my partners and shit Don't talk to me, bitch (Mmm, blah-blah-blah) We the talk of the town You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, we talkin' too rich (Nah, nah, nah) Bitch, all my diamonds in the fridge (Bling, bling, bling) Bitch, know what time it is (Bitch it's time) It's-, you been ridin' lil' mama But right now I need me a driver Cause I've been drinking Two cups tryna catch amnesia Oh, I've been drinking Two gulps, just drank two liters Oh, I've been drinking Who told you I was gonna be here? Oh, I've been drinking Who told you I was gonna be here? Walk with my chin up Something I learned from my gran' (Daddy) He was gettin' tinted up I will not catch that whip (Caddy) I was on the golf of Mexico, gettin' mo' (Salad) No bread, no sandwich No bands, made palace You know, one of the most expensive lessons I've learned, is this From Letras Mania