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Talk to the gyaldem ILL BLU This lady had the maddest (The maddest) Changed me from a gyalis I used to beat gyal with nail varnish Then vanish (Then vanish) What happened? (What happened?) I'm no longer that savage 'Cause baby now I rocks with you Look what I gots for you Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do It's a minor, minor They don't like me, well I don't like you neither But I don't pree them niggas 'cause I like vagina In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (Ooh) Yeah she goes in the bank (Ooh, ooh) Got a lot of O's in the bank (Ooh, ooh) Niggas ain't stackin', stackin' But they just at home, gassed and bashin' (Wait, what?) Them High Street Kid shows were my first tour I rid out the Benz before Letras de cancionesFuck what you thought That gyal way too bad And I heard what she said to her cousin, "How can I chase you?" I'm just way too stubborn now Man, these hoes really push my buttons And that's why I beat and leave But now I got me a gyal I can keep Ayy sugar, it's just you and me You know my lady is the beauty of the beast 'Cause baby now I rocks with you Look what I gots for you Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do It's a minor, minor They don't like me, well I don't like you neither But I don't pree them niggas 'cause I like vagina In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (Ooh) Man I, order the booty Fuck up the coochie Baby gyal ripped off my Gucci She let me raas with honour But she heard I'm the guy that sang "Do What I Wanna" Man, she was moving anti And I was nonstop, ring up my hands-free Yes, I finger it gladly Bro wouldn't let me take a wing if he knew where my hand's been (Heh-heh-heh-heh) This ain't the usual Normally, I raas so many girls, I just lose them all But now I'm doin' loyal, treat her like she's royal My sugar gets spoilt 'Cause baby now I rocks with you Look what I gots for you Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do It's a minor, minor They don't like me, well I don't like you neither But I don't pree them niggas 'cause I like vagina In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (Ooh) That's my, rider, rider Rider, rider Rider, ri-ri-rider That's my, rider, rider Rider, rider Rider, ri-ri-rider That's my, rider, rider Rider, rider Rider, ri-ri-rider That's my, rider, rider Rider, rider Rider, ri-ri-rider From Letras Mania