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Again and again and again and again Do it again, do it again Yeah, might drop a bag on a bad bitch She mad, shit, that head will put you in a casket Diamonds are her BFF Don't need a man, she told that nigga to take three steps left In love with designer clothes, not your typical kind of hoe She swear her shit don't stank like her ass and vagina glows I'm like, "Sorry baby, that ass faker than gas face" My cash straight, flickin' dope inside of the ash tray She hit the pole like an acrobat Back to back, throw a stack, and she make that ass clap She pop that pussy for some red bottoms Chanel bag, she got hella problems But who am I to judge cuz I'm in this bitch like twenty-four Seven blowin' bread ain't no thang I got plenty more Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds Twerkin' on my lap without any clothes Please do it [5x] Again and again and again and again Do it again, do it again I love my home the sweetest peaches are fully grown Letras de cancionesFifty long she keep it strong my glow is on Thick as ever her caramel is the softest tone She all alone having photo shoots with her camera phone Capturin' the essence of that God given [?] [?] And then she showed me, told me That she wanted to pick my brain slowly From Letras Mania