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Yeah, uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Man y'all bitch boys need to put your damn tampons in, I'm sick of this shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't having it My old bitch on that old shit Momma said you's a hoe, bitch Always kept your lil' shoes tied I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh) Wait a sec, let me boast a bit I go harder than cold grits (Yeah) Used to deuces in four-fifths (Yeah) Accessories for your gold fist Holy fuck, oh shit Make space between both lips Toilet talking, we go together Big booties, no tits (No tits) Know that you getting wavy (Wavy) When you feel the whole boat shift I was talking to Pammy You was talking that bull shit Hit your bitch, King [?] stance Work your man in these dickies pants Walk a mile without shoes Letras de cancionesI doubt you could fit these pants You could light a tacoma owner I'm Ferarri F-50 [?] (F-50) Police say it's a close shave Standing close, you might get too tanned (Yeah, Yeah) Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would Mr jehovah witness, I'm good (Good) That's your wife like "ugh" (Ugh) Had to pry her out for my wood (Wood) And ain't taking no shit today (No Sir) Cousin beater, I'ma hit the J (Yes Sir) New bitches go different ways (Different, different, uh) Rain in Gucci, I'm steady mobbin' (Woo) Apple bucket, she steady bobbin' (Woo) I'm a modern day Eddy Robbins Really tryna put the weed down 'cause it feel like I'm doing heavy jogging Soccer moms wanna dance with me like it's '84 and I'm Kenny Loggins (Yeah, yeah) A lot of you bitches are evil, might as well act evil (Yeah) Fuck it, I'm making some big moves, Max Keeble (Yeah) But fuckers be talking 'bout gas, calling my pack diesel (Huh) Who knew that I could be that lethal (Who the fuck) Aim at your head, wave cap Flying American Airlines Me and your baby go way back, like my motherfucking hairline Jump out the gym, [?] Check the motherfucking airtime Bitch it's something like Kate Moss Call me the motherfucking cake boss (Yeah) My old bitch on that old shit Momma said you's a hoe, bitch Always kept your lil' shoes tied I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh) Wait a sec, let me boast a bit I go harder than cold grits (Yeah) Used to deuces in four-fifths (Yeah) Accessories for your gold fist Holy fuck, oh shit Make space between both lips Toilet talking, we go together Big booties, no tits (No tits) Know that you getting wavy (Wavy) When you feel the whole boat shift I was talking to Pammy You was talking that bull shit (You was talking that bull shit) From Letras Mania