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In the sky, throw 'em in the sky All these blue faces Countin’ up all these blue faces G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite She gon' pick that guap off the stages (Throw ’em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky) Say you were my dog, now you're hatin' Countin' up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah) To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite She gon' pick my guap off the stages Balenciaga on my jeans, you hatin' on me, fine by me Mino World Peace, got the strip club at war Gotta make at least three, three, pit stops on tour, three Ran into your bitch and I sexed it Man, shit been gettin’ hella reckless And, who I’m with, you guessed it Any of you step on my Raf, it's a death wish Mino World Peace, got the strip club at war Gotta make at least three, three, pit stops on tour, three Say what I mean when I’m gone off a bean Fuckin' on him, fuckin' on me Deep in that pussy, I tell her I swim Pass it to GB, then pass it to me Letras de cancionesCountin' up all these blue faces G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite She gon' pick that guap off the stages (Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky) Say you were my dog, now you're hatin' Countin' up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah) To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite She gon' pick my guap off the stages Balenciaga on my jeans, you hatin' on me, fine by me 1-800-KNOT's, got these hundreds in my section She gon' drop the top, feed her guac like a Mexican I can't work no job, Glam a boss 'til I'm restin' She gon' hit my line when she off, not a question Let little shawty know I get my way and I like the fast one Better that you go and cut that rope, you need a bad one Boyfriend on your phone, he so annoying, he a sad one You about your bread, ain't goin' home until you had some I don't go check accounts unless I'm sitting in the bank, huh Pullin' out, it's a flex, Mercedes Benzo, it's a wagon Double G, don't wear Guess, his wrist on ice, my diamonds dancin' 88 throwin' dubs, we makin' it rain inside of Mansion Countin' up all these blue faces G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite She gon' pick that guap off the stages (Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky) Say you were my dog, now you're hatin' Countin' up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah) To the G5 Tootsie, that's my favorite She gon' pick my guap off the stages Balenciaga on my jeans, you hatin' on me, fine by me From Letras Mania