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(Helluva made this beat, baby) She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?" She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.) She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher" She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head I don't like no bougie bitches, we ain't got nothin' in common (At all) Like my hoes ratchet, she'll twerk in front of her mama (Fuck it up) And her mama and her auntie gon' twerk with her (Fuck it up) Her best friend gon' get drunk as fuck and flirt with her (Oh shit) I got some new numbers, I need rubbers, it's gon' be a busy week Copy-and-pasting messages to my freaks, I miss you, let's link Say she want Ruth Chris, bitch, McDonalds up the street (Right there) All that money shit, I do that for the 'Gram, ho, I'm cheap (Facts) When she asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?" She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.) She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher" She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head When I hit, I'm out of your way (Gone) Catch me a nut and I gotta skate One in the head, don't cock it, okay? I'm from the city, we cocky, okay? Shaq with the number 'cause I had to block it, okay? (Outta here) Letras de cancionesShaq with the number 'cause I had to block it, okay? (Shit outta here) You know it was my bitch if you got blocked from my page (Not me) She asked, "Was it real?" I said, "Yeah, real fake" (Fake) You knew what it was when I ain't take you on no real date (You knew) Tryna beat it like I'm Mike, I'm tryna beat, bitch, like Dre, hold up, wait Then she asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?" She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.) She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher" She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head You know I ain't left-handed, 'cause I hit these bitches right away (Facts) She so cold that I had to hit her by the fireplace (Yup) Still waiting on the dealership to send my license plate Came condom, I can't let 'em fry me like some rice and steak Nah, I can't fuck her raw 'cause she gon' text like, "We gotta talk" If your head fire, have my driver take you to the mall Nah, you can't get in my bed in them pants, take 'em off I'm a gentleman, after I fuck, here go a rag, wipe it off She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?" She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.) She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher" She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time Ain't gotta say much, could pull a bitch with one line Niggas say they gangsters, ain't commit one crime Fuck them niggas, though Need some fire-ass head from a bitch one time Ain't gotta say much, pull a bitch with one line, ayy I been on that one grind, ayy Grindin' 'til the sun down From Letras Mania