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Featuring French Montana & Frenchie Trippin of molly, with yo fuck niggas try me Now Wooh’s in New York, California and Romney Two turnt bad bitches, all in the party Playin with they nose, yea the hall off the viby Sorry you broke and I got money Flex hard on em with the blunt, red Rrari Young bong street, can’t run a Maserati Every day car fly, spur in the arry (Intro) Free throw and one Two hands nigga, like you’re timin nigga Run that shit the fuck back (Verse) Hit that block like 12 bundles Now a nigga G, 5 tell a number We do’s the face, shake 12 hundred Know a nigga high bitch, 12 summers Ghost boy, 34 motherfuckin showboy Get on the motherfuckin road boy Chef on the motherfuckin stove boy, coke boy Started from the lockout, now I’m by the block out Started from a dropout, now I bring that drop out Letras de cancionesTalk a hundred clip small car Bad bitch, pornstar Get money like a athlete, fuck your throat (Hook x2) Man them fuck boys know ain’t no ends over here We gon fight and fuckin shoot til our souls disappear Fuck next shit, it’s about now nigga Disrespect, I’mma knock you down nigga He bleed like, scared of no nigga Call me anything but a broke nigga (Verse) Trippin of molly, with yo fuck niggas try me Now Wooh’s in New York, California and Romney Two turnt bad bitches, all in the party Playin with they nose, yea the hall off the viby Sorry you broke and I got money Flex hard on em with the blunt, red Rrari Young bong street, can’t run a Maserati Every day car fly, spur in the arry I’m from banko where the noise get roudy Disrespect me, be your head in a baggy No pussy niggas, just real niggas round me Keepin hell above what a for nigga try me That’s a no no nigga Love my boys, no homo nigga Pulled up, no man’s thong oh nigga 40 cal but you never saw no nigga Let a couple shots, now we holdin this nigga Waka Flocka Flame show a rapper more realer Wind down grow, feelin like Godzilla 808 bars, inhaling that killa Trippin, can’t stand up on Xans Cookin dope no fryin pans Yes that’s good, no anti ends You see that flack hanging out my pants (Hook x2) Man them fuck boys know ain’t no ends over here We gon fight and fuckin shoot til our souls disappear Fuck next shit, it’s about now nigga Disrespect, I’mma knock you down nigga He bleed like, scared of no nigga Call me anything but a broke nigga (Verse) Flocka, that one nigga you need to pass it Be a sim forever mackin Throwin up nigga, what’s brakin? What’s happenin I’m walkin inside of that car and I’m getting that strap Speed action So if I said I done gone pop, then no need for you asking Be a sim all about the take You might hate us but you gonna show respect Niggas wanna act like hoes Let me show you how that pussy get popped You ain’t bout that life But you stay talkin like you think you is I got all this ice It’s a frozen day when I claw my wrist And it’s fuckin yo chick It’s mo flow than it gets Fight me over some money Nigga don’t shoot me over no bitch Frenchie all on his shit You iced up, you a lick Bands will make her dance But this 40 a make you straight, yea (Hook x2) Man them fuck boys know ain’t no ends over here We gon fight and fuckin shoot til our souls disappear Fuck next shit, it’s about now nigga Disrespect, I’mma knock you down nigga He bleed like, scared of no nigga Call me anything but a broke nigga From Letras Mania