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Featuring RJ, Royce The Choice, Skeme, Casey Veggies, TC4800 (Intro) Yeah Spit this is High! Mustard on the beat, hoe (Verse) Oh I love to fuck a bitch Blame Mustard if you met a nigga rich See I’m a asshole, got hundreds with me like a block crib Don’t talk to me if you ain’t got shit Could you not stick with the politic? And girl fuck the nigga that you came with ‘Cause really he a bitch in every language Young nigga ballin OD one You ain’t hot, you gon beat one Alright chop (Verse) Look, got em textin and he needs some She in this threesome, call er round threesome Please come show it, late night like a re-run 3 blunts, 2 black ants in the C grill Drink it, cuff the private like it’s throw you baby Letras de cancionesRace ain’t no discrimination, bitch my favorite color naked Cold is fadement out on niggas, I’mma cross this so I’m blinkin We ain’t fuckin, I won’t even make a statement Bitch you know where to take it (Hook) To the ground type shit I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick How much money you throwin up for a house that sick? I go - bitch, bounce that shit Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit I go - bitch, bounce that shit Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit Let’s go (Verse) Lil bitch, tell me how that taste Never here without a rubber, mama that ain’t safe Hey, real nigga, baby ain’t shit fake I don’t know about them other niggas, we bout cake, wait Money long but I still through it I’m a Inglewood nigga, bitch you know how we do it Bout cheese, gwap, yeaber, scrilla Call me Skeme, call me quicker than a bad bitch killer (Verse) Girl you a intern, know you with the business A hoe her house white, tell me what’s the difference She never seen a young nigga makin livin Ridin whips fatter than he ain’t getting Yea, if we don’t grind we don’t eat though Them girls love me from the valley down to pico If she bad then she gon let a nigga see some If she suck it then I might have to eat some (Hook) To the ground type shit I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick How much money you throwin up for a house that sick? I go - bitch, bounce that shit Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit I go - bitch, bounce that shit Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit Let’s go (Verse) I got hoes in my catalogue Town nigga bang to they heavy car Uh cash out, they’re my favorite words Kill up on a bitch, I don’t say a word I hit the mall then my nigga splurge Ride up on yo bitch, she got a lot of courage Hit the purp, hit the purp nigga She got big doors, she go to work nigga Wobiddy wobiddy, drop drop it like it’s hot Then take it to the top and make that pussy pop It’s young green, you know I got a thing for thick bitches You know I got a thing for big nuts, my name Richards Drop it low then shake it like a seizure I hit it, make er stay, catch amnesia Ballin, young nigga movement Got yo bitch choosin, bouncing all stupid Like (Hook x2) To the ground type shit I just wanna see it in yo mouth right quick Some chance I need a wife and my account that thick How much money you throwin up for a house that sick? I go - bitch, bounce that shit Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit I go - bitch, bounce that shit Shake it to the DJ and bounce that shit Let’s go From Letras Mania