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Four hoes in a Maybach oh you mad at me, why you never say that We'll wet you up gone and hit ya wave cap I don't even know little buddy, but he say we go way back Ask me where I'm is bitch, I'm on the way back Opps broke as hell posted with the same strap On that porch, dozing off right where Auntie pack Call my dog, he gon' sick em, but I ain't gotta pet Ran it up I ain't even gotta sweat Nike's off-white ever since I got a check Might be tryna die if you reachin' for my neck And my teeth cost 20 racks might pull em out and go Piguet Might pull em out and go Piguet Goddamn, got my diamonds speakin' French Red and blue E-pill, look like Clark Kent They said I wouldn't make it, bitch, and I ain't stop since Plug tryna tax me so I ain't copping shit We come through them backstreets and make em hop the fence All green Louis V fit, look like the Grinch Three deep up in this bitch, just the driver, me and Rick And I'm still rockin' BAPE camo Paid 150 all cash for the Lambo Keep the phone naked cause my pockets way too damn swole Sliding through the city, they still actin' like I can't go Four hoes in a Maybach oh you mad at me, why you never say that Letras de cancionesWe'll wet you up gone and hit ya wave cap I don't even know little buddy, but he say we go way back Ask me where I'm is bitch, I'm on the way back Opps broke as hell posted with the same strapm On that porch, dozing off right where Auntie pack Call my dog, he gon' sick em, but I ain't gotta pet Ran it up I ain't even gotta sweat Nike's off-white ever since I got a check Might be tryna die if you reachin' for my neck And my teeth cost 20 racks might pull em out and go Piguet Float the Maybach truck, I'm on that yerk, I just might wreck Can't even trust a nigga, you call your bro, I'm screamin' Long Live I stepped out Purple jeans my pockets fat as hell, look like Shrek I was down out on my dick, I had to get up chase a check Nigga talkin bout Tuesday on this wood I'm taking it to the chest I'm doing 160 down the highway with yo bitch we in the Vet Nigga talkin bout Tuesday on this wood his ass got morning breath Come with a nigga bitch in bullet proof she in her dropping neck I'm dying bout my respect Nigga play his ass get left I'm dying bout my respect spray the chopper to the wood melt I'm dying bout my respect slide the Maybach like a wheelchair I'm tryna break her back I'ma fuck that bitch and pull her hair Four hoes in a Maybach oh you mad at me, why you never say that We'll wet you up gone and hit ya wave cap I don't even know little buddy, but he say we go way back Ask me where I'm is bitch, I'm on the way back Opps broke as hell posted with the same strap On that porch, dozing off right where Auntie pack Call my dog, he gon' sick em, but I ain't gotta pet From Letras Mania