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How the hell did you get here? Would you sing for me? Man, I can fly to Brooklyn back And you're slipping, too I wish I had some more treats, girl Just to trick on you But this money ain't impressing her I'm a fly motherfucker from around the way East side till I die and I celebrate Make money for my fam, fams are the enemies And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessey Hennessey, Hennessey If I hit it then you gonna run to me Run to me, run to me And it ain't too cool to pass by But you say yeah, baby, let's ride You fucking with the right guy And I know you're feeling me Yes, you're feeling me What the hell did you come for? Was it meant for us to lock eyes in this party, baby girl? Maybe rush to crush Young nigga from the slums of the city Letras de cancionesFresh but not the flow so gritty When you should pass the mack really You're looking like I put that on my mama, all my people say you're with me I'm a fly motherfucker from around the way East side till I die and I celebrate Make money for my fam, fams are the enemies And I'm smoother than a shot of Hennessey Hennessey, Hennessey If I hit it then you gonna run to me Run to me, run to me And it ain't too cool to pass by But you say yeah, baby, let's ride You fucking with the right guy And I know you're feeling me Yes, you're feeling me Now once we choose to move on Anything we talk about You really got me open, girl Trying to see if you can work it out All I ask of you, is there a change? 'Cause you're probably find it blind And I'm 'bout to make you say Come on take your next shot of Hennessey Hennessey, Hennessey If I hit it then you gonna run to me Run to me, run to me And it ain't too cool to pass by But you say yeah, baby, let's ride You fucking with the right guy And I know you're feeling me Yes, you're feeling me And I know you're feeling me Feeling me, feeling me Fucking with the right guy From Letras Mania