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I come through lights and cameras Watch got me tripping She like, "Buy me something", no I ain't your nigga It tastes so good, this here what I'm sipping What I am is what I am naw I ain't flipping Got shooters in the trenches Bad bitch do the dishes Maid do my laundry, come in here you'll be missing I got all these hunnids, that is how I does it She like, "You know my name?", naw bitch what was it? No tears in the bucket but it's fuck it Think I'm from the Rucker how I´m causing ruckus Three point shit bitch I'm shooting buckets My car caught her at the light and he told her suck it Bitches see me they be tweaking say they love me Why was it because my pants so puffy Four thousand for this Gucci and it's fluffy I come through clownin' like I'm Krusty Bang, call me Sosa Balboa I got a bad temper like Florida She think 'cuz she got a peach like Georgia She want me to wife her but I gotta get my lawyer I come through lights and cameras Watch got me tripping Letras de cancionesShe like, "Buy me something", no I ain't your nigga It tastes so good this here what I'm sipping What I am is what I am naw I ain't flipping Got shooters in the trenches Bad bitch do the dishes Maid do my laundry, come in here you'll be missing I got all these hunnids, that is how I does it She like, "You know my name?" naw bitch what was it? I'm GLO'd up put the cameras on me Don't try I got the hammer on me I'ma scoop your bitch in a minute She'll think I'm gonna love her But I see her in a minute, gotta get me a dental Pull on her make her crippled It could not be so simple I want you to go down, you can do the cha cha limbo My car be slicing Kimbo Margielas fuck your Timbos I come through I'm capping, remember when I was little Got me shittin' on your Rollie, I don't want baloney I want me some steak, I want me some money I want me some fifties, I got me some hundreds Just to keep it 100, this clip hold hunnids What's up under my hood, you don't wanna see it nigga I take money you don't wanna be it Man I come from the hood, now I'm rich preaching It ain't about the money, then I can't see it I come through lights and cameras Watch got me tripping She like, "Buy me something", no I ain't your nigga It tastes so good this here what I'm sipping What I am is what I am naw I ain't flipping Got shooters in the trenches Bad bitch do the dishes Maid do my laundry, come in here you'll be missing I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it She like, "You know my name?" naw bitch what was it? From Letras Mania