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(Ooh, RJ) Tell your bitch to look at me while I'm... RJ always trippin', man RJ always trippin', man Ayy, tell your bitch to look at me while I'm speakin' to you You forgot I hit that bitch before she was your bitch Even while you was with her, couldn't give her no dick When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib Takin' shits on your toilet, playin' with your kids Like tell your bitch to look at me while I'm speakin' to you It's a lot of real shit I've been meanin' to do You couldn't dance like me if you needed to groove Guess I set the tone, you lil' niggas needed some moves (Ugh) Guess I set the tone, chopper movin' Reggaeton Blood on my herringbone, won't leave me the hell alone I say do it, do it, do it if that bitch wanna do it to me Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it, you a killer, gotta prove it to me Fuck 'round with dawg, we don't fuck 'round with law Get that pack in or we just get that backend, no shorts He on my end, them niggas gotta tap in, no choice Want a damn slice, Skuba 40 make him surfboard She want Sada dick, say that she gon' twerk for it Hell no, lazy bitch, hit the road, work for it Drop a four in that soda, pop a couple Percs for it Letras de cancionesPut a 9,000 pack (Ayy) up your Bebe skirt for it (Ugh) How a nigga lil' sister say she want some MAC makeup? Can't get it for her, last time that we laid up Came out the bathroom, she was on my Facebook Cocked a right hand back, hit her with a straight hook Bitch, don't be playin' with my money phone That's that line I get bags and get money on Niggas always want a snitch nigga to come home Niggas must be snitchin' too, baby, somethin' wrong Ayy, we do real nigga dance moves, nigga, you can't touch those I get money, I'm as happy as my custos Brand new rockstars with a dumb roll I'm a rockstar, I'll hit him with a drumroll See a opp, then it's crunch time, bag a combo See a opp, then it's punch time, TJ Combo Trap lookin' like the lunch line by the combos Bet you I can fuck eight bitches with a blindfold Hit a opp with the ugly shot like I'm Lonzo Catch a opp in the mornin', tie him like Alonzo 40 make him do the funny dance like Alfonso Bet you I can get eight bricks gone pronto I do my dance way better than you do it So bitch ass nigga, watch me do it And I shoot my 45 way better than you So lil' ass nigga, let me shoot it And I'm gon' fuck your bitch way better than you Even though you don't want me to do it And 'bout five niggas with me right now Got CC dubs, wanna call police, can't do it Bitch, we legal with these straps (Ayy, uh) Still illegal with these traps (Ayy, uh) Shoot a nigga like it's craps (Ayy, uh) I raise hell, don't give daps (Ayy, uh) I raise hell, don't raise kids (Ayy, uh) Fuck her face and shoot my kids (Ayy, uh) 'Cause I dance like I did (Uh) Make these niggas look like feds with this shit (Ayy, uh) You forgot I hit that bitch before she was your bitch (Uh) Even while you was with her, couldn't give her no dick (Uh) When you was gettin' off, I was leavin' your crib (Uh) Takin' shits on your toilet, playin' with your kids (Uh) Like tell your bitch to look at me while I'm speakin' to you (Uh) It's a lot of real shit I've been meanin' to do (Uh) You couldn't dance like me if you needed to groove (Uh) Guess I set the tone, you lil' niggas needed some moves (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) From Letras Mania