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You know you bad You got a nigga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma fuck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit And you know that I'm the shit, ooh ooh Young fly nigga, I won't never land Young fly bitch, she like poppin' bands, uh She gon' pop that pussy, she don't pop no xans, oh I be poppin' shit and I pop rubber bands, yeah I was poppin' shit before my first advance Ayy see I probably fucked his bitch, that's why lil homie mad, yeah I probably told that bitch don't want no strings attached, yeah I know I told that bitch that I ain't comin' back, yeah Uh uh, shoppin' bag, we don't never brag, yeah Put my lil one in the 'Bach, we don't do the Jags Ayy this a Maybach back, this ain't no Louis bag Fuck her in a Gucci rag, I been in my Gucci bag, yeah yeah You know you bad You got a nigga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma fuck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit Letras de cancionesYoung rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit And you know that I'm the shit, ooh ooh Young fly nigga and I need a fly bitch You ain't tryna fuck, I tell that ho bye bitch Don't nobody know, we gotta keep it private One thing about this bitch, she know how to ride dick, yeah I got some issues with this love and this trust shit Some bitches gon' fuck over you so watch who you fuck with These niggas gon' fuck over you so watch who you fuck with Go to war with the world when it comes to my young bitch I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me, yeah You know you bad You got a nigga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma fuck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit And you know that I'm the shit, ooh ooh Tryna fuck me raw, bitch where they do that at? yeah Told that bitch that she can't fuck if she don't suck on that, yeah Go'n and jump on that, yeah, I need front and back, yeah I need front and back, yeah, I ain't gon' front on that Oh, I need head and tails, need me a Cinderella She canary yellow, drippin' on me ass up Go'n put them legs up, girl let me bless you I got somethin' to tell you You know you bad You got a nigga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma fuck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit And you know that I'm the shit, ooh ooh From Letras Mania