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Swear to god, might fuck with this new OVO shitSwear to god, [?]How we ride when we rideEast niggas tell how we ride out Sauga city tripShe call me like she can't wait, she want it now now nowI give it to her that way, right now now nowWe pop and roll to the strip, grind on that dickI brought her back to the crib, skipped the foreplayShe's laying down it's 2 ishRight on my bed, blonde bitch with her blue eyesLike butter the way she spreadOh man, I love my lil' chickaMy Nina, Melina, Aurona, MelaunaShe want the anaconda right? (yah)Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?'Bout it, 'bout itYour body, your body is pure goldIs you 'bout it, 'bout it?Is you 'bout it, 'bout it'Bout it, 'bout itThe way you prove you're 'bout it girlShe loves my style, love the way I soundLetras de cancionesLove the way I talk, love the way I hangGod made no mistake, I done came a long waySo don't mind me, if I don't mind youNigga I got pill poppin' bitches in the back, of the CherokeeBitches still don't know how to react, to sincerityIs you 'bout it, 'bout it?Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?'Bout it, 'bout itYour body, your body is pure goldIs you 'bout it, 'bout it?Is you 'bout it, 'bout it'Bout it, 'bout itThe way you prove you're 'bout it girlStop telling those lies about me girlAnd I just might call you back some timeA nigga might just holla back some timeI might just hit you back likeStop telling those lies about me girlI might just call you back one dayI might just call you back one day(Might just call you back)(Sex on the couch, no pull outSex on the couch, no pull out)Yea... yea... From Letras Mania