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I got gas on tuck in bed Reaching feel on the kitchen I spray hoes down with that rose spray Fuck her Lord then That bitch stable got 4 hours on shuffle Plucking the chicken I got muscle on the swisher nigga On the this day ordinary I drop the hits scream hard the real Life it ain't no fairytale Got gang bangs in a honda I ain't smoking no sour D That's the crooked from humble We got gamp from a banana boat That turn in mud I got nuts big as a cantaloupe I roll with that bandana Peach crash with Kirko Bangz Nigga I drink all in my cup I'm in the phantom liking mollies Scotty wigging with the fluff I oughta guess and taught the ivy Boy I'm high on fuck it I don't stop bitch lickin sack Letras de cancionesPut a bag hurry on the bottle linger speaks back Paper turn to me but y'all boss trend like shit You dial me up for the gwap or a chop of bricks 2013 drop top to think bitch Getting head with the drop top scaring shit I cut to floss it in the estimate to make a movie I dont think I'm the shit, I know I'm the shit I walk around smelling my own shit Here we casa Atlanta, I fuck my hoes train I take my jewels by the day all night Girls ain't having these lines I be on got them on that lane girl From Letras Mania