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Tell a baddie hit me when she land Fill up my pocket with bands, aye, yeah Great John On The Beat by the way Fill up my pocket with bands They want me to stop but I can't Don't need no new friends Nigga stop, yeah Fill up my pocket with bands They want me to stop but I can't Don't need no new friends Nigga stop callin' me twin She doin' tricks with no hands She shot her shot on the 'Gram I can't be fuckin' on fans Tell a baddie hit me when she land I think we should be friends But you can't be gettin' no man 'Cause I'm tryna fuck you again No cap, I'm tryna to slut you again Never thought about fuckin' your friends But you know if I try I can Threesome, you should tag her in Say she wanted a bag and Benz And my father ain't make me a man Letras de cancionesBut it's okay, I understand Honestly, I ain't have a plan If I didn't rap, I would trap and scam Baby, I would be baggin' grams Hit the block and I'm tappin' in Wham, Bam, I'm like Baby, four pockets expand Damn, damn, give her money she cryin' again Damn, damn, my opps keep dyin' again Fill up my pocket with bands They want me to stop but I can't Don't need no new friends Nigga stop callin' me twin She doin' tricks with no hands She shot her shot on the 'Gram I can't be fuckin' on fans Tell a baddie hit me when she land Fill up my pocket with bands They want me to stop but I can't Don't need no new friends Nigga stop callin' me twin She doin' tricks with no hands She shot her shot on the 'Gram I can't be fuckin' on fans Tell a baddie hit me when she land Yeah, yeah, yeah Tell a baddie hit me when she land She said she want this forever She tryna leave in my sweater Say she love you, but I get it wetter I'm like, "Baby, it only get better" I was down bad with no ends Ran it up, I ain't walkin' again Say I'm broke, I ain't even have a phone Now it's funny she callin' again She said, "Baby, you got talent" I even know I had it Back then you was embarrassed Now she tryna fuck on me in Paris Maybe horses and a carriage I don't want it, I'm marryin' cabbage I'm like, "Baby, I come with some baggage" I got some problems, you won't understand it I never force it, look I never forfeit, been drivin' Porsches, goin' through courses Goin' on tour, bitch, I need some more shit, I'm tryna flourish Baby, I know what you want Baby, you know what I need Can you just get on your knees? I ain't beggin' when I say please Fill up my pocket with bands They want me to stop but I can't Don't need no new friends Nigga stop callin' me twin She doin' tricks with no hands She shot her shot on the 'Gram I can't be fuckin' on fans Tell a baddie hit me when she land From Letras Mania