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Yeah Yo, yo Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (Bad bitch) Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em, "Let's do Saks Fifth" Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (Uh-huh) Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone Either love me or leave me alone Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (Facts) And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade Got the MAC in the bag case a ho wanna play (What's up?) Put me next to any bitch, I'ma upgrade (Uh-huh) Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (Ooh) But good dick ain't bеtter than a bankroll (Bankroll) So a broke nigga bettеr be thankful (Thankful) A bust down might make me touch my ankles This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty Letras de cancionesI got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini Take my life before you take my bitch from me Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna love on you If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna fuck on you Can I suck on you? Don't call the doctor Don't call your mama Don't call the preacher No, I don't need it From Letras Mania