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Rose gold Rollie, I'm the nigga Put the whole damn hood on Patron of the new, I help put the drip on Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good O's I fuck with boujee bitches, fuck a hood hoe Hit that bitch from the back and told her, "Ditto" Sitting adjacent, a nigga had to get low She looking at the Patek like some Skittles Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow Giuseppe got me on my tip toe Why you wifin' on the flip hoe? 'Bout to strap it, playing give and go Serving junkies out the window Tried to rob us, got Extendo We ain't playing no pretend though Sipping on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind I remember we was having pope on them behind, yeah, yeah I'm gettin' money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist Hit the pussy till I knock it outta place In a V12, get a lot of face Spare the details, finished on her face And I had the strap when I caught my case Letras de cancionesJust got the grow house started in the Bay I made a hundred plays in a day Put a AirB bitch inside of the face And I got the hood damn near riding every day Putting money on the opps, no face, no case Rose gold Rollie, I'm the nigga Put the whole damn hood on Patron of the new, I had put the drip on Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good Os I fuck with boujee bitches, fuck a hood hoe Hit that bitch from the back and told her, "Ditto" Sitting adjacent, a nigga had to get low She looking at the Patek like some Skittles Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow Giuseppe got me on my tip toe Why you wifin' on the flip hoe? 'Bout to strap it, playing give and go Serving junkies out the window Tried to rob us, got Extendo We ain't playing no pretend though Balenciaga wearing ass nigga Hoodied up with a mask, nigga Shit snatched, now you want it back, nigga I just hope you don't go and rat, nigga Long Johns, right under the strap, nigga That's for you staring ass niggas Sawed-off head tap, double tap, niggas That's for you rat niggas No, I can't do no 9-to-5 Nah, nah, nah I went to work with the strap, nigga I came around with five Roddy came with six and we got 11 straps with us Fuck with my ride or die Holes in your body, nigga, like Spongebob, and backflip it Go ta-da-da, ta-da-da Nigga, I know magic Rose gold Rollie, I'm the nigga Put the whole damn hood on Patron of the new, I had put the drip on Ask me how many niggas I done put on My private plane's 'bout to fly with the good Os I fuck with boujee bitches, fuck a hood hoe Hit that bitch from the back and told her, "Ditto" Sitting adjacent, a nigga had to get low She looking at the Patek like some Skittles Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow Giuseppe got me on my tip toe Why you wifin' on the flip hoe? 'Bout to strap it, playing give and go Serving junkies out the window Tried to rob us, got Extendo We ain't playing no pretend though From Letras Mania