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(Ayo, Jee, you did it again) (WioGotItTurnt) (Damn, Dior) Yeah, hahahaha I'm in this bitch with the (Woo, let's go) Woo (Let's go) Baccarat on a shirt, smellin' good (Good) Bad bitch suck my dick real good (Ayy) Drop-top in Miami, livin' good (Woah) Made it out, no cap, still hood Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out Went and got me some millions and bad thots Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off And that 7.62 take your man off You can go for a dash, then I'm backed out, yeah At this point I don't care about nothin' Just my daughter, my mama, my money (Slatt, slatt) I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all fuck boys Treat 'em like a trash truck, nigga, then dump 'em Yeah, went and secured out the house Yeah, I put cameras outside, know when y'all fuck boys comin' Letras de cancionesSaw the Draco hangin' out my daughter window, when we pull up, ain't no nigga gonna run Think you saw me for nothin', boy, you too crazy They ain't takin' my shit, you get broad day Yeah, you know what gon' happen, so play crazy Yeah, shot after shot, yeah, your car sprayed It's an opp after opp gettin' laid down Yeah, she my mopper, she mop 'til I'm all out She put me outta order, goddamn, gotta wait 'til the next round Winter-frosted diamonds, first came in, went Balmain I ain't a big fan of Fendi, but we'll go Cha-nay-nay And ain't talkin' Martin, nigga, I get high like a Martian, nigga Leave that boy stiff like an action figure Me and Spider and... some big drippers Woo (Let's go) Baccarat on a shirt, smellin' good (Good) Bad bitch suck my dick real good (Ayy) Drop-top in Miami, livin' good (Woah) Made it out, no cap, still hood Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out Went and got me some millions and bad thots Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off And that 7.62 take your man off You can go for a dash, then I'm backed out, yeah From Letras Mania