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I hear it all the time About it all Why they talk? Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want All that cake Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want New bitch Every week She take it off Bonin'! Hair long, tatted on her back I get her a first class flight to where my show is Smoke weed, don't smoke weak Catch contact, get drunk Let me hit once, bitch come back Ballin, can't even control it Don't have to text, don't even call it My name is on it I fuck her good and make that Uber call 6 in the morning I told her I don't need no pills, these Js I'm rolling Feeling my car, feeling my chain Letras de cancionesAss looking soft, I'm feeling that thing Ride with a nigga & I'll put you up all in some game Why would you fuck with another nigga that’s something you should say Came at the same time I mean both ways We ain't even hardly know each other names By now I'm on my 6th ring or something By now I'm on my 200,010th plane or something By now you could say I'm living like Rick James or something Insane, cause it spit flames when I switch lanes I'm stuntin Big bank, no lose change, I do things Champagne me, L.A. me Supper Club throwin’ dough, no ray me Fifty deep in VIP, T.G.O.D Your bitch remind me of this ink, she all on me I'm gone, I'm rocking KK cologne I think these bitches tryna fuck me so I'm takin' them home Take what I do inside the day & put it straight in the song I get a nug up out the pound and put it straight in the bong Imma stay real, Imma stay high Imma stay ready, Imma stay in her, a mistake Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt What another man say, I know my own worth Handle business With my real niggas, like a real nigga And it's real business All business, no hard feelings All my dogs, got they all in it Hard to get along with us Call a kush Jean-Claude, god damn it kick strong Rollie on my arm, fake niggas y'all really don't appear to a real nigga 808 I hear it all the time About it all Why they talk? Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want All that cake Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Don't even know what they want Aye Young Khalifa Man! I'mma get every last one of you niggas high as fuck! Cause they don't even know what they want! From Letras Mania