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Yeah Yeah Grr Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh, uh, uh I be like, "Ooh, ooh" They say I'm rude Got them like, "Ooh, ooh" F you and you I be disgusted with all these bitches that's on my dick Disgusted with men that ain't on shit Disgusted broke shit, that make me sick True Keep it cute, stay dangerous, they like "Lola, chill with all that gangsta shit" And they don't want smoke till I face a spliff Hold on, let me take a hit I ain't never been a jit that hate on a bitch Copy my uh, imitate the pics I'm saying, why be lame? Pull up in that uh, we ain't in the same lane Letras de cancionesI get busy you can miss me with the ooh I get tipsy off the Don Julio I'm on hots, but they know that a bitch cold Cold, froze Look at this watch, diamonds gon' dance Look at this Glock, it'll make you scram Try to put me in a box, that ain't who I am I ain't got a cock, but nigga, I'm the man I be like, "Ooh, ooh" They say I'm rude Got them like, "Ooh, ooh" F you and you I be disgusted with all these bitches that's on my dick Disgusted with men that ain't on shit Disgusted broke shit, that make me sick True I'm like, "Who are you? Who invited you?" Making new friends, hmm, I don't like to do And your man's in trouble if I like the dude I'm like, "Bae, what you like to do? Is that all right with you? Like, you want to do me or you want to do her? I ain't trying to make peace, I'm just trying to make you uh Price increase, I can triple up my worth I can make your life work, nigga, give me the word" Can't say gator without B.I.G. Face giving muah, don't need ID Niggas be crusty, P.I.E. Nigga S.M.D, I love T.O.P. Ah, are you mad that he ate on me? Wasn't they turn, so they hate on me Money on my mind, you can bank on me And Lola still winning like c'est la vie I be like, "Ooh, ooh" They say I'm rude Got them like, "Ooh, ooh" F you and you I be disgusted with all these bitches that's on my dick Disgusted with men that ain't on shit Disgusted broke shit, that make me sick True From Letras Mania