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Wop M-M-M-Murda I still fuck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin' At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin' Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin' Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been fuckin' Yeah they lookin' and they been lookin', they been lurkin' (Wop) Escortin' down her leg, flirtin', she been flirtin' I pull up in a four seater, one person (One) Fiji diamond bracelet on, they so thirsty Baby got an ass on her, it's so perfect She tryna make me glance at her, and it's workin' Gucci keep them bands on him, he Mr. Perfect No feeling, no ceiling, he so verted Ayy, ayy, ayy Big bands on me, I'ma throw it on the floor Run it up and hit the mall, I spend it at the Gucci store Shawty know I'm in designer from my head down to my toes Oh, you say you wanna cuff me? I ain't trustin' in no ho Why you say I do too much when you know you do the most It's a celebration, I might have to make a toast I just did it for my city, now they calling me the GOAT Looking for the right direction, I ain't have nowhere to go Letras de canciones She a bad girl, she catching mood swings She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse She said I follow you, and do what you say This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy I still fuck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin' At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin' Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin' Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been fuckin' She a bad girl, she catching mood swings She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse She said I follow you, and do what you say This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy Fuck her like a mad Russian Fuck her like a mad Russian Fuck her like a mad Russian Fuck her like a mad Russian From Letras Mania