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All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin' 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down When we in the field, it's a touchdown And you know your bitch is a bustdown She gon' turn around and get turnt out Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out I don't waste time on the FaceTime R.I.P the pussy, leave it face down Two best friends at the same time Two best friends at the same time Flava Flav clock by my waist line I find it funny how she blow time For a lil mama, 'cause she hold it down Nickname her Karma 'cause she go around When she come around better not fuck around Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind Deadly with the pins, I don't bowl around Mercedes Benz, I roll around Letras de cancionesLike 80 bands, when I walk around All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out Let the window down, yeah, air it out Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down I'ma hit that bih with a hundred rounds! All my bitches bad, and they poking out Pull up with them knots, yeah, I'm Ashton now Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out All black Rollie, yeah, bust down All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind What’s the word I just saw your hoe up on the strip, and she look thirsty Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain Yeah... I know what’s it’s worth Give that pussy up, and if it’s wet? I’ll buy a purse (don’t be trickin') Ridin' in my murse Seat way back, bumpin' new Lil Uzi Vert, aye Diamonds dance like Carlton You can see them through my shirt, aye Flexin’ on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt (Flex) Flexin’ on these niggas, I be with them geeks But make one phone call, you get hit up (bow, bow, bow) All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9's Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down From Letras Mania