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Two-face bitches pop out when it's dark I ain't finna waste time if I don't feel a spark on sight That pussy gon' make me wan' fight Gotta go, wrap it up, that pussy gon' bite Eight shows and I come home for the payroll Man, I got hoes that won't ask how my day go I'm a trooper, I'ma strike like a Pave Low If I need some money, then I'ma make 'em, uh Ayy (Ayy) Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da (Da-da-da-da-da) Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da (Pra-da-da-da-da) Ayy, fuck that You might make me lose my shit Goodbye to the good guy Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet Could've been involved and felt important 'bout yourself But you had to rock the boat Letras de cancionesAnd you forgot the table turns and moves Why these people 'round me rather look away than tell the truth? If they tryna tell some lies on me, then I'ma tell it, too All this pain in my heart, poppin' another Advil Everything planned, keep actin' like it's casual Pull your pants down, we rally to the bathroom Sorry, we ain't got time to light the candles (Ayy) Pussy got me singin', I forgot I was a rapper Way we roleplay, feelin' like some actors She don't pop pills, only morning afters (Ayy) Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da (Da-da-da-da-da) Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da (Pra-da-da-da-da) Ayy, fuck that You might make me lose my shit Goodbye to the good guy Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet Suck on her nipples like bon appé-tit Don't tell me "Pull up" if that shit ain't wet I got protection, I need self-defense Pull out my weapon and empty the clip Pa-pa-pa, that's three of my kids Pa-pa-pa, my son and my twins She so wet, I'll go for a swim Girl, don't stop, let's do it again Ayy, just because we were drunk, don't expect me to forget If it's lust over love, then girl, we don't got shit Got a wife checklist and I can't see you on it But we way too young, so let's wild out in this bitch (Ayy) Then I hit it from the back, got it clappin', pa-pa-pa-pa (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa) She older than me but she call me da-da-da-da (Da-da-da-da-da) Missy Elliott flow gon' hit like ra-ta-ta-ta-ta (Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Your dick game Lacoste, my dick game Pra-da-da-da (Pra-da-da-da-da) Ayy, fuck that You might make me lose my shit Goodbye to the good guy Look what you did, now he don't care 'bout shit Yeah, fuck that, out here feelin' dangerous If you still feel comfortable, then I'm sorry, you ain't made it yet They could never take what you came with They're gonna try to find a thousand ways to say the same shit But you will be different Because it's insignificant, yet ignorant Rich Brian was born to be rich with talents and balance And the ability to face life challenges Represent your artistic intelligence Your genetic pigment, your culture, your power Plus you'll refine it, focus your strength Emit a laser beam wavelength That break the chains of mental enslavement Be amongst the brave men Witness the modern-day kung fu Perform this out a vocal booth Keep shinin', keep suprisin' and energizin' the generation Keep the 88rising, and risin' and risin' And risin' and risin' and risin' and risin' From Letras Mania