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Yeah, yeah Yeah (Yeah) Hahaha Now say Butta (Butter) Butta (Butter) Shit Taking that chance, I ain't givin' up Stopped giving a fuck and I went and just leveled up DJ my man, sayin' Like tryna jump in this bitch, right, double dutch Pocket big, that bitch kangaroo This bitch a nobody, that bitch a who? I see it different, got a new view It's me forever, never you Butta Can't touch this (Bitch) Can't touch this Can't touch this (Can't touch this, bitch) Can't touch this Keep talkin' that shit and you'll look the fuck terrible Touch me once, get whipped like Miracle Under the sea with the drip like Ariel Letras de cancionesAllergic to the fake, can't touch the material I'm a badass jawn, that's hard to avoid Get, get it, shawty, feel like Lloyd Beat the thang up and my name ain't Floyd Broke ass boy really got me annoyed I got bad habits that's really outrageous What happens here gon' stay, Vegas Turn your face to a Harley David seat My life AMC, come and watch and hate on me Pockets swole and some of 'em neat These bony bitches can't compete Your big homie on small white tee Butta Can't touch this (Bitch) Can't touch this Can't touch this (Can't touch this, bitch) Can't touch this I drop my Glock in the booth My wrist in rotation, I'm whipping chicken noodle soup Moonwalking, I been dripping Ossh I kicked in the backdoor, fuck nigga, give me the loot Yeah, I move with a different dynamic He in the backyard, we left his brains on the hammock I put a blade in the sandwich And we left his house in the woods put he ain't goin' campin' Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Baby Beretta, I air out the room Stupid ass nigga got beat with a broom Nigga, I still hide my weed in my Fruit of the Looms I feel like a butterfly in a cocoon And you wanna go up 'til I bust your balloon I was born with a spork, you had a silver spoon Oh, you smellin' yourself 'til I spray your ass up like perfume Butta Can't touch this (Bitch) Can't touch this Can't touch this (Can't touch this, bitch) Can't touch this From Letras Mania