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Silver Bentley, she don't rent, she own one Trinidadian-Lucian-Jamaican She be throwing dirt on my name She don't know 'bout my game I said, I ain't get no complaints about it Who said I'm no freak? I put my dough where my mouth is Beatin' up the thing Leave her walking strange Ain't even tryna say too much, babe When you pull up, oh na na na Na na na, na na na When you pull up, oh na na na So mad, ma ma mad I just wanna hear my favorite lines, babe Like that's it, right there Keep, keep going I don't wanna hear, who didn't do it right babe Baby he ain't right here I said I ain't get no complaints about it Who said I'm no freak? Put my dough where my mouth is Letras de cancionesBeatin' up the thing Leave you walking strange Ain't even tryna say too much, babe When you pull up, oh na na na Na na na, na na na When you pull up, oh na na na So mad, ma ma mad When you pull up, oh na na na Na na na, na na na When you pull up, oh na na na So mad, ma ma mad When you pull up, oh na na na Na na na, na na na When you pull up, oh na na na Ma ma mad When you pull up, oh na na na Na na na, na na na When you pull up, oh na na na So mad, ma ma mad We were just doin' things that people in love do We were just doin' things that people in love do From Letras Mania