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Brrr, bitch, you tweakin' (Bitch, you tweakin') (Broad day with the SK) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy If you in that field, know we hikin', hikin', ayy, ayy Girl, that's just some dick, not exciting, 'citing, ayy, ayy My outfit cost 6K, run up, I'm still fightin', fightin', ayy Knock 'em down like we bowlin', bitch, we striking, striking, ayy Didn't go to school, breakin' the rules Bitch, I was making the rules, ayy Call me Ms. Asian, that handle the tool Young nigga play with them tools Sit at computers, these bitches, they mighty confused All of my bands, they blue I'ma try to catch a nigga, I'ma put him in a pot like stew Niggas, they soft like food, ayy Bitch, you tweaking, all my niggas, they reaping Treat a broke bitch like an eater Hit my gang on the beeper These niggas ain't hood, ain't striped like Adidas Stunting on these hoes, you the dust on the sweeper Throw a nigga away even though he was a keeper Bitches be talking, they looking Felicia Blow a bitch back like some audio speakers Grab the dope with the gas, big titty bitch, no ass Letras de cancionesPut an opp brain on my dash You ain't got enough money to get up with me She a groupie, she a bitch, she ain't tough to me Any nigga that I fuck in love with me That money keep calling, it be cuffing me On gang, I was riding in the back seat Hop out, serve a bitch like a two piece If you in that field, know we hikin', hikin', ayy, ayy Girl, that's just some dick, not exciting, 'citing, ayy, ayy My outfit cost 6K, run up, I'm still fightin', fightin', ayy Knock 'em down like we bowlin', bitch, we striking, striking, ayy One opp, two opp, three opp, uh They ain't even get to four, uh I ain't really with this hip-hop Got a thirty, that bitch right at your door All this back and forth, you flip-flop Ayy, lil' boy, go do your chores Killed him, put him in a Ziploc I'm a real ass bitch, so that nigga, he adore My money so tall, I ball like Shaq I open my legs, he say it's fat I'm with it, LV fitted Pretty ass smile, better hit up my dentist I'm beating these hoes from start to finish Ayy, ayy, wrist watch don't tick-tock Young ass bitch and I came from the bli-zock All of my niggas they know that pi-zop Better think twice for you dri-zop You opp bitch, ayy, girl, don't talk that tough shit And girl, why you be cuffing? These niggas, I'm not loving That nigga right there spent a check up on me My bitch so bad, got a TEC up on him Shoot him, kill him, who the next opponent? Who the next opponent? If you in that field, know we hikin', hikin', ayy, ayy Girl, that's just some dick, not exciting, 'citing, ayy, ayy My outfit cost 6K, run up, I'm still fightin', fightin', ayy Knock 'em down like we bowlin', bitch, we striking, striking, ayy From Letras Mania