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(Digital Sauce) Uh, okay, I'm back, I ain't never leavin' again Too much ho shit in the air, I had to clean out my vent I ain't know you was that type when I extended my hand These hoes be actin', I don't play, think you Tamela Mann (Ha, I don't do no actin', baby) I don't do no cuffin' either I can't kick it with no hoes with you, I heard you druggin' people Kill him when he leave out, no eatin', it ain't no clubbin' either, nigga (Baow, baow, baow) Stay by that heater like I'm sweatin' out a fever Uh, top off, ridin' through this bitch with a new Drac', you niggas opps, dog Askin' my one shit back in the days, blessed I'm hot now Ain't talkin' 'bout me, I'm talkin' 'bout you, I gеt 'em knocked off Baow, baow, "Stop, y'all," nigga mama hollerin' Thuggin', I ain't havе a option, now I got racks in my pocket Waitin' on four more deposits I got several bitches I like that only wanna go shoppin' Be patient, bitch, she beggin', the yacht in Song hard, but I might never drop this This bitch hard, nigga, try me, that's a free body Get right out, call it free of charge I be wantin' a bitch to love me, somethin' like Gina did Martin (Uh) But that ain't you, baby, I'm sorry Letras de cancionesOkay, I'm back, I ain't never leavin' again Too much ho shit in the air, I had to clean out my vent I ain't know you was that type when I extended my hand These hoes be actin', I don't play, think you Tamela Mann (Ha, I don't do no actin', baby) I don't do no cuffin' either I can't kick it with no hoes with you, I heard you druggin' people Kill him when he leave out, no eatin', it ain't no clubbin' either, nigga (Baow, baow, baow) Stay by that heater like I'm sweatin' out a fever Been to myself, I be mad at my people (People) Praisin' you and I know we ain't equal (I know we ain't equal) Baby got a brand-new Benz for the body (Brand-new Benz for the body) I ain't even gotta tell her that she got it (She got it) She want a diamond, though, I'm deep in in this green (In this green) By my shit, you know I'm dyin' by any means (By any means) I done ran outta gas in the 'Rari (Gas in the 'Rari) I been hopin' I don't crash in the 'Rari (I don't crash in the 'Rari) So many niggas I want dead, swear I'm out of it (I'm out of it) They know I set my own trends, I'm still followin' (Followin') Shots from the Drac', I swear I shut this bitch down (Shut this bitch down) Fuck what happened then, I swear I'm so up right now Uh, okay, I'm back, I ain't never leavin' again Too much ho shit in the air, I had to clean out my vent I ain't know you was that type when I extended my hand These hoes be actin', I don't play, think you Tamela Mann (Ha, I don't do no actin', baby) I don't do no cuffin' either I can't kick it with no hoes with you, I heard you druggin' people Kill him when he leave out, no eatin', it ain't no clubbin' either, nigga (Baow, baow, baow) Stay by that heater like I'm sweatin' out a fever (Yeah) When she call, you know I'm on my way home Sorry, baby, I'm takin' all day long, yeah Ain't love to pay for all they wrongs Think they can't make it out on they own, yeah From Letras Mania