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Squad 17 She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars You see them diamond rings, go get it just because With my designer frames, she wanna lick me up And do all type of things, I got my Remy Cup I got my Remy Cup, that pussy get me up I'm gettin' plenty bucks, don't try to stick me up I know just what you want, I know just what you need Let's just go hit a blunt, let's sip some 17 Alexander McQueen, I might get her a ring And she fuck with the team, I fuck her, make her scream Back it up in reverse, I had to hit it first Just wanna see you twerk, ain't tryna make it work Only the gold bottles, watch how the hoes follow We got the same car but you got the old model My niggas bang hard, might let off a whole hollow Go get my bank card, I'm your nigga's role model She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars You see them diamond rings, go get it just because With my designer frames, she wanna lick me up And do all type of things, I got my Remy Cup I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup Letras de cancionesI got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup I got my Remy Cup, don't want nobody else My niggas blickied up, and we be high as hell She wanna lick me up, I'm like, "You might as well" Don't worry, I won't tell, all hundred dollar bills She want the finer things, I'm talkin' Jimmy Choos I'm talkin' plenty shoes, I'm talkin' Bentley coupe And she got road rage, fuck what them hoes say I'm in my gold frames, nothin' like my old ways Oh I can show you twerk, she want that Tory Burch She want that 17, promise I'll never leave She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars You see them diamond rings, go get it just because With my designer frames, she wanna lick me up And do all type of things, I got my Remy Cup I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup She want the finer things, I'm talkin' fancy cars I got my Remy Cup, I got my Remy Cup From Letras Mania