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(B-Bitch) These ain't ones, these ain't ones Ain't have ones, too many ones (Hahahaha) Fuck hoes, count money, huh My cup so muddy, huh, heart so cold, huh (These ain't ones, these ain't ones) Ha, she get so enticing, know we stay fighting I know about the timing, know I did the right thing Stayed silent, hit straight past my eyelids I'm in an island, mushrooms got me cryin' (Cryin') Ha, cryin', feels like I'm dyin' (Dyin') I ain't lyin', kiss me how you like it I pull the 'Vette, girl, [?] with your chest Detox to his neck, hollow tips to his chest (Bitch) How the fuck did we make up? Bitch ain't got no makеup You love that I didn't speak up (Woah), I get tonguе-tied when I see ya I just looked up at the stars, huh, know you love them stars I just popped this lil' KVK, I don't fuck with no bars (Woah) Even when these hoes don't love me, just wanna fuck, this ho don't love me Ha, good drank in my tummy, bitch, she so slutty This ho want my money Never trust no bitch, these hoes up on me (Yeah) Fuck hoes, count money, huh My cup so muddy, huh, heart so cold, huh (These ain't ones, these ain't ones, yeah) Letras de cancionesAin't have ones, too many ones (Yeah) (Bi-bi-bitch, Hahahaha) Yeah, slide down with the top off, I wanna get topped off Ha, I get the lights off, sex me with the lights on I'm fuckin' with lights on, I'm fuckin' all night long I fuck with the right one From Letras Mania