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Huh (I can get jiggy with this, can get jiggy with that) I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (Well goddamn, hey) I’ll be just a minute, I don't think this will take that long Hit her with my slacks on, uh (With the zipper) Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone If I want some tip-top (Tip-top) I don't beat around no bush, I don’t think we finna lip lock Doj in the ziploc (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm loco in my melon, bitch don't comment 'til my shit drop Fuck a [?] to getting the best brain (Best brain, yeah, yeah) Let me see some tricks, I'm hosting the X Games (Huh) I do what I do and see no need to explain (What) The gas be too gas, it's giving me chest pains Superman these hoes, get played like ping pong (Ping) Scoop me up a blonde, she calling me King Kong (King) I'm [?] caught pimpin', just fed her a ding dong (Yeah) And bitch I’m ’bout to bust like I got them things drawn, uh Me and my two nuts, yeah these bitches know us (They do) Since I'm stanking [?], I got them cold cuts (Cold cuts) OG fine wine, bitches pack is robust Bitching in my comments is like I give a whole fuck (What) You do what you want with that I’m like a chimney, I don't know how my lungs intact (I don't) Letras de cancionesYour big coochie, I belly flop jump in that Cracking heads coming for the whole pumpkin patch, yeah Left, right, waterpark slide Bitch you can't stone me, a spit in my eye (What else you say) One day me and you die Bet the whole thing, I ain’t telling no lies I'll just have the bop to go (Yeah) Do it how you does when you stop and go (Yeah) I need an accountant for my guap, I know (I know) Riding down a mountain from the top, [?], yeah I said it, I said it If you fuck with me, then bitch I bet you gon' regret it (I bet you, bet you) Let's go make a movie, I'll be rolling like the credits I'm Iceberg cold and I'm boutta hit the lettuce, uh I said it, I said it If you fuck with me, then bitch I bet you gon' regret it Let's go make a movie, I'll be rolling like the credits I'm Iceberg cold and I'm boutta hit the lettuce I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (Well goddamn, hey) I'll be just a minute, I don't think this will take that long Hit her with my slacks on, uh (With the zipper) Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone If I want some tip-top (Tip-top) I don't beat around no bush, I don't think we finna lip lock Doj in the ziploc (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm loco in my melon, bitch don't comment 'til my shit drop From Letras Mania