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Gettin' that money I've been waiting fo' Ray Allen number, nothin' less than 20k a show Used to wanna be a B-baller, now I ball without a coach Heard she ain't fuckin... Gettin' that money I've been waiting fo' Ray Allen number, nothin' less than 20k a show Used to wanna be a B-baller, now I ball without a coach Heard she ain't fuckin, then she gotta go I turn beast, Billy badass Geronimo Call me young heart attack, you just give her minor strokes Patty cake dick her down, then she row row her boat Penetrated in her throat Now she in a comatose Been waitin' ages my nigga, kicked in the f-cken door Had me in a Bullshit Manifest I never did Ever since bull color bruises shit Send a killer kid, kill the stage on some thriller shit Say she don't swallow on her knees She goin' spit it out like a pile of seeds I'm so nasty, fuck her in the back seat Doggystyle lastly Mr. boombox sick Fuck the law I pop all ya'll For my family, my dawgs to my mother, bless her heart I am her only son, and her son ain't far Letras de cancionesShinnin' I'm a star, nigga Luminous charms Just blew up, but I been a bomb Boys tryna show up, get shitted on I'm at the game courtside with my camos on With a redbone, snap back Gettin' lap dance while you gettin' laughed at I swear that nigga dig a whole Get ya barried track And you've awaken the dead, the anti-christ is back I know you don't give a fuck about me I swear I don't give a fuck about you So I'm a get this money And count it all day, while you muthaf-ckas say who dat! From Letras Mania