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Yeah yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy I'm not making money everyday, then I'm not happy Got my lil bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly Said she want a long time, took her to a telly Slap her on the ass, ouu, that shit shake like jelly Try to say that I ain't shit, you knew that when you met me Got a white bitch named Sally, she like to call me daddy She say she is a vegan, my wrist karats, eat these veggies Bet she got a fatty, huh Let me get behind it, uh Hit it with my leg up, threw my desk up, while I'm swaggin', yeah Ol plug called my number, he don't get it, boy I jumped ya, huh Walkin' stank the room up, that's the debt of my aroma My lil bitch keep it cool, she roll my new up, took the bumper, huh Red Bottom for my boo, yo bitch sick dick, she won't get nothing Now I'm going back to Cali, was a trap star before I start rappin' Flood my hood with Ps, and I'm still good with my accent, huh Fresh up off the tori, hit yo block I'm on a rampage, huh You niggas is unemployed, ya act like bitches, getting messy, huh Letras de cancionesDriving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy I'm not making money everyday, then I'm not happy Got my lil bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly Said she want a long time, took her to a telly Slap her on the ass, ouu, that shit shake like jelly Try to say that I ain't shit, you knew that when you met me I got Ps in my trunk, driving back and forth to Cali I bought every damn designer, never bought no ballies They say I'ma ticket, you can't win in the rally Scarf wrapped around my fuckin' head like i'm a Tali No bitch, if you not talkin' money it don't matter Come and give me sloppy fuckin' toppy in the alley Heard you let somebody take yo shit and now I have it No, I'm not a capper, so just stop with all that cappin' We'll make a nigga disappear like we know magic Put that .32 to his back like he Magic Then hit a nigga with that 32 babbage 12 hit the spot, we gotta put it in the attic Driving back and forth to Cali, twenty pounds up in my Caddy I'm not making money everyday, then I'm not happy Got my lil bitch with me and she like to call me zaddy Shorty ass chocolate like Keisha off of Belly Told her get on top until she feel it in her belly Said she want a long time, took her to a telly Slap her on the ass, ouu, that shit shake like jelly Try to say that I ain't shit, you knew that when you met me From Letras Mania