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Zaytoven Fuck what the opp said Yeah, I'm runnin' fast as I can Ayy, where you goin'? On my way to pockets rubber bands Twelve hundred dollar PT's 'cause I can (Quit that shit, man) My bitch do ghetto shit with her friends Bitch ass nigga, fly shit with the Candy Lands, huh Poles in the kitchen with the pots and pans, god damn Fuck it, squeeze his top, click clock Tick, tick, tick, tock, man, your girl a big bop, nigga Yeah, know how we rock, nigga Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Better go get your guap, nigga Stay away from them cops, nigga Bitch, we been hot niggas Got some Uzis and some Glocks for the block, nigga Oh you lift up, don't come down, we at your top Six still in the box, I'm damn near all he got All this cash and sauce, need me a broom and a mop Told me I ain't shit, baby, you stupid or not? ('Cause if you ain't stupid, I ain't shit) Come over here, let me show you how to move the Glock Poppin' out on a nigga like Jack-in-the-Box Bitch, why you starin'? Oh, you like my fuckin' ice? Think about plottin' on this lottery ticket, you gon' get a price Letras de cancionesTreat that pussy like a carnival, tryna win me a price Went to my jeweler and bought me some ice Swear I ain't even ask the price I'm the same nigga stole your bike Yeah, I'm vicious but I don't bite (Yeah baby, come here, shawty) Get a thirty to a lil' pint (Baby Duwop, get this) Had the F&N in my right (Huh, skrrt, skrrt) From Letras Mania