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Featuring Travis Porter Prod By London On Da Track, TM88 & Southside (Intro) Rich Nation, baby DJ Scream, The Ratchet Superior out here nigga We got London On Da Track Oh yea, I got my young niggas with me too Travis Porter, turn up! (Hook x2) Aye, I ain’t no drug dealer but I’ll fuck wit you on the plug, nigga Hit the club wit you, turn up wit you, roll up wit you Uh, don’t cross me yall, lit yo spot nigga, you a hot nigga Uh, tryna run up all in my spot, nigga get shot nigga (Verse) I ain’t no drug dealer, but the plug nigga, I hang with him All these trapaholics and my young niggas, we came with em I fuck a bitch and you took her out, you in love with er I can tell you want er cuz I seen you all in the club wit er I’m a mud sipper but I fuck strippers cuz I’m a big tipper My white bitch like poppin Skittles, my young niggas like totin pistols My car dirty and my slang dirty, my Sprite dirty I’m balling hard like James Worthy, my bitch nerdy She talk dirty but she fuck good Letras de cancionesI’m on her female canned goods Not penthouse, you with the hard one Bitch pull up, she know what’s good I don’t give her money, give her hard wood Kicked aye and like baby bruh come totin on, pull up if you ain’t welcome Don’t ask for it, nigga I don’t sell it Now tell em tell em tell em sell em (Hook x2) Aye, I ain’t no drug dealer but I’ll fuck wit you on the plug, nigga Hit the club wit you, turn up wit you, roll up wit you Uh, don’t cross me yall, lit yo spot nigga, you a hot nigga Uh, tryna run up all in my spot, nigga get shot nigga (Verse) Man don’t cross me yall, lit yo spot boy, you a hot boy Shit don’t play around with my money boy get shot boy Shit we started from that bottom, we at the top boy (we here) We got 100 in that yacht, what do you chop, boy? I need to seek a service for these presidents (I do) I’m doing 1-30 down yo residential (I am) And I don’t sell drugs but I know the plug (I know that nigga) Them niggas got drum, they so instrumental And the blunt got one or two grams in it Treat yo girl like a blunt, I let my fam hit it (my fam) And the party got two or three grand in it (them racks) Bitch I’m all about my money money money money (Hook x2) Aye, I ain’t no drug dealer but I’ll fuck wit you on the plug, nigga Hit the club wit you, turn up wit you, roll up wit you Uh, don’t cross me yall, lit yo spot nigga, you a hot nigga Uh, tryna run up all in my spot, nigga get shot nigga (Verse) On the plug nigga, get yo ass in the club nigga Hundred racks all gone nigga Hot boys and my son nigga I got you hoe liquor, she wanna fart nigga, you a fart nigga Two Styrofoam, what you think I’m on? Mud, nigga I ain’t never sleep with my bitch pussy, need big swishas Tryin to run in my spot, hell yea you gon get issues 4-5 right between her eye You niggas hot like Juvenile Can’t fuck wit yall, phone line getting tapped and all Kicked the door to yall trappin on 4-5 for a bag of loud and don’t touch it This is not on your budget, 8 pin and it’s so flooded Uh, these niggas too flu gazy I know the plug and we go brazy (Hook x2) Aye, I ain’t no drug dealer but I’ll fuck wit you on the plug, nigga Hit the club wit you, turn up wit you, roll up wit you Uh, don’t cross me yall, lit yo spot nigga, you a hot nigga Uh, tryna run up all in my spot, nigga get shot nigga (Outro) Sex, money and drugs It’s the Hood Rich lifestyle, nigga It’s the Porter house lifestyle, nigga The Ratchet Superior DJ Scream! Travy! Salut! From Letras Mania