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Don't get me wrong, bitch get me right Don't blow up my phone, no dynamite She give me them jaws, that shark don't bite Pussy I eat, don't feed me lies She say that she gay, I say "hooray" (Yeah) You just my type (Yeah), I love them dykes (Yeah) I'm on a pill, she done some white (Shit) Her thumb was red, yeah, I run the light (Nyum) IG, TikTok, nope, she say she saw me on Triller, yeah Squad up, squadzilla, yeah Throw a three hundred thou' out the window, yeah, uh I'm rich but I'm slimey, go low on lil' mami I look up, and she say she finna cum I say "Yeah, I know," she say "Please take it slow" And I hit her with the E-40 flow This triple X-Rated, that triple-stacked ecstacy pill make her cum 'til she come undone She put coke on my dick and her tongue get numb She too numb to talk shit, she can't pump her gums I flew to Paris just to say "bonjour" Flew to Amsterdam just to smoke the good Flew to Napa Valley just to taste the grapes Flew to H-Town just to get an eight I got the industry wanna be me The same imagery, all I see is lil' me I'm in the Rolls Royce with her doonies Letras de cancionesDripping all this milkshake on them cullies Like bling in the light She wanna fuck on the king, not a knight I pick her up, put her feet in the sky When we fuck, sound like Tina and Ike I put some cum in her drink, now it's spiked She 'bout to drink it like white wine Can't cry over spilled milk, but that cum look like milk in her mouth If she spill it, I might cry Pop the coco, some Rosé, Dom Pérignon I pull up with a whore out a catalogue Drop her off then go pick up her faramo Knock her off, take her shit, then I vamos Gucci links from the rocks as a choker Matching bracelet and watch, I'm supposed to R.I.P. to the Pop, make me smoke ya S-A-P for the opp, buenos noches M-O-B to the mob, cosa nostra L-I-T and I'm high as the voltage Actually mean that's the product of dosage Extra cream in the crop, that's the potion Extra clips, extra shots at your soldiers Seventeen in the Glock, no emotion Extra bang, extra pop and explosion Turn his body to ash, he need lotion The clock always wrong but I'm right on time It's Blood gang, bitch, we ball, yeah, like five on five Fuck that, I'll pop me a seal, pour up a line You know I got No Ceilings, so touch the sky Yeah, ho, touch the sky Little Wayne, No Ceilings 3 (3) One time for Mack Maine and Nicki Minaj, let's go (Go) From Letras Mania