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She drive five hours for a nigga just to get some long dick No flowers from her nigga out in Luxembourg She came to Paris for a nigga She want to introduce her parents to a nigga, shit I just came from Milan, I had a threesome with two white bitches Almost had a four but the black girl didn't even like bitches I let her suck the dick, and passed her to my nigga Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa Smokin' like a Taylor at my table, uh It's Pushaz Inc., the motherfuckin' label, and that XO All my niggas on that dick, we sold ourselves to the devil Local niggas say that, tell em to first get on my level Out in Berg in the coupe slidin' With a bitch, 'bout to get it poppin' And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like Dabbin' up, dabbin' up, I just hit the wax for breakfast Bitches tryna leave quick so they can't find a exit Letras de cancionesChest feeling heavy like a 16 hour [?] Chest feeling heavy like I'm pourin' up in Texas Told a bitch come over give me a perm, spit some G to ya Don't you tell these hoes what you learn, this is free for ya Kush got a triple action on some smokey shit Long dick reach deep down, in fallopian Half Brazilian her ass was Amazonian Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium XO, bad hoes they call me Dablo Esco Unless it's money me no hablo Still wish I could have you, now I wish you would leave Got niggas payin' your rent, you keep a trick up your sleeve Money hidden in the walls like it's insulation Couple Asian bitches, call it an orientation And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it And she gon' give it up cause she know I might like it Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like Baby, you know what I like Baby girl, you know what I like Baby, you know just what I like I just passed that "nigga fell off" stage Just sold out the O2 at my own pace I can say that I’m attached to nobody I been getting paper while these niggas tryna stop me Shout my nigga Doc, that’s a mentor Had some bad business, nothing personal But now the word out that we back On some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson And these the motherfuckers that they packaged Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats Then she go downtown like she owe me XO, XO, XO Mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow This is my sound, nigga, fuck your sound Did it from the ground, ask around, bitch When I touch down, I'ma shake shit up Fuck your new man, I'ma break it up He can come back when I go on the road But that pussy mine for the next three months ’Cause the kid back, kid back, kid back Cop ten whips for my niggas when we land Queen Street nigga making money overseas Had a few more debts, I'ma pay it all in cash Shout out XO, shout out to the boy Broke bread on tour, man, it’s all love now Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets Bet he popping more bottles than us right now Reason why they stressing, city never sunny When the kid come through with more niggas than Apollo But ain’t shit funny, can’t nobody stop me All my hoes are trained, I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow All of, all of All of them swallow All of them swallow I make all of them swallow From Letras Mania