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Goose with another one I hop in the Bentley, make you proud Ain't talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down At your bitch house, Givenchy'ed down I'm goin' deep, she pushin' out She know I'm the hottest in the town I can go to the bank and pull it out Baby got the hottest in the town I'm with a whole bunch of Crips Shit, feel like I'm on Slauson Pants, yeah, they fat as books We Death Row shit, call us Suge Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took' I'm doin' all that it take I put these fishes on the bait Say she got love and affection Baby girl, wait I put this pain on you, put these rings on you, put that beam on you Can't save homie, he gon' bang on you They fuckin' kicked us out, they put the lean on it Fuck the drip up, double C on me My wrist wet like it rain on it Rover white, but I switched the paint on it I might catch arthritis with these rings on me, yeah, yeah Letras de cancionesMy name Lil Keed, but I'm a big dawg Came from the bottom but my money real tall I got hoes in the North and the South You say you the nigga but you not big dawg Yeah, I picked a band, that was not Migos Lookin' for the bag, no Finding Nemo Stick shootin' flames so he burnt like toast I'ma take a bow Yeah, real high, in the clouds Not worried 'bout your boy gettin' clout Yeah, I get high like a pilot, shit, I can't come down No, I'm not saying vows Yes, baby girl, lose the vowels Yes, girl, you can blow up with me, just stay down I hop in the Bentley, make you proud Ain't talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down At your bitch house, Givenchy'ed down I'm goin' deep, she pushin' out She know I'm the hottest in the town I can go to the bank and pull it out Baby got the hottest in the town I'm with a whole bunch of Crips Shit, feel like I'm on Slauson Pants, yeah, they fat as books We Death Row shit, call us Suge Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took' I'm doin' all that it take I put these fishes on the bait Say she got love and affection Baby girl, wait All you had to do was stay down Smokin' big bags, deuce deuce Yeah, I blow a whole lot of bands on the lil' ho, she make me proud Yeah, blow a lot of bands on my ho, and that's no doubt Yeah, blow a lot of bands on that bitch, then fuck her mouth Yeah, Percocet-10 on me, now a nigga focused Say you got a man, baby girl, come with me, focus Say you got a date, baby, girl, come with me, focus Yeah, I spent a whole lot of bands on a diamond choker I'm goin' wild, I'm the Joker These niggas jokes, Chris Tucker Opps, we smoke 'em like Smokey Bands in my pants, yeah, they poking These niggas rats, Ratatouille I don't need no license just to tote it I'ma freestyle, never wrote it I'm from the Ave, know I was chosen I'm from Atlanta We pour the fours in the Fanta Whole lot of red like a scandal Free Unfunk out the slammer Free Big Dre out the slammer I'ma respect, I got manners He sayin' he slime, who stamped him? We'll slime his ass out, okay I hop in the Bentley, make you proud Ain't talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down At your bitch house, Givenchy'ed down I'm goin' deep, she pushin' out She know I'm the hottest in the town I can go to the bank and pull it out Baby got the hottest in the town I'm with a whole bunch of Crips Shit, feel like I'm on Slauson Pants, yeah, they fat as books We Death Row shit, call us Suge Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took' I'm doin' all that it take I put these fishes on the bait Say she got love and affection Baby girl, wait From Letras Mania