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I think I like him more than I like Trader Joe's I'll swallow kids if he start eatin' vegetables New York nigga with the love for Arizonas I got the juice he 'bout to start sippin' on You see how it be, you ain't know you needed me Now I'm all in your room Look at you, want a piece of me The right fruit hangin' off the tree I'm a mango mami, pero te quiero papi But not more than I want to, been makin' so much money You gon' hit my phone when I get home You gon' sing this song like all day long Stank attitude, bad allergies, might embarass you Make your granny see me at your barbecue Pop a Plan B, stop the family, your father not cute I'm starvin' at the function, I'm marvellin' at your cousin Do he know where the stashes at? Where the lobster, the crabs and the pasta's at? He laughed at me, he do though I can see his [?] inside my noodle You gon' hit my phone when I get home You gon' sing this song like all day long Letras de cancionesWe don't fuck, he just pick me up from Trader Joe's Carry all my groceries and lick on all my toes Tryna cuff but I know you gonna leave me 'lone When my phone ring it's 'cause of niggas seen the way I grow We don't fuck, he just pick me up from Trader Joe's Carry all my groceries and lick on all my toes Tryna cuff but I know you gonna leave me 'lone When my phone ring it's 'cause of niggas seen the way I grow You gon' hit my phone when I get home You gon' sing this song like all day long You gon' hit my phone when I get home You gon' sing this song like all day long From Letras Mania