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Phone going dumb Bitches going bonkers Baby I come from the sun That's why I'm always Gloing I pull up these niggas run Cause I'm always fucking blowing You know these niggas be my sons How you know and I ain't even know Ooh, I gets lots of ooh I don't beef with you I beef with no fool Counting a lot of cool Hundreds and they blue White on my shoes Fuck whatever you want to do You get pussy cool, you get money cool Pull them blue hundreds out my pocket I pulled them up out the blue Jumped up in the pool, your bitch in my room She can't come to the pool, it's only for Glo I got weed, I got aim, I got bills, I got drank Where you from? What you bang? What you claim? Where you hang? You whipped that bitch like she ain't fucking But that bitch out here thoting like it ain't nothing Letras de canciones Phone going dumb Bitches going bonkers Baby I come from the sun That's why I'm always Gloing I pull up these niggas run Cause I'm always fucking blowing You know these niggas be my sons How you know and I ain't even know Pull up skrt-skrt-skrt, hop out duh-duh-duh Riding a real a deal, real a deal Shoot at foot and foot, What a deal a deal What I'm smoking uh, What I'm sipping uh When I ride uh I got your bitch last night She hit me and said she riding uh She just want to waste all of my time and I ain't got enough All is want to do is count my money and get high as fuck She gon' suck me up then I pull up The she do what I told her Baby girl I know I'm bi-polar I remember when I dreamed of riding Rovers Know I'm shining from my wrist to my shoulders Looking for your bitch we be up in my mansion fucking Phone going dumb Bitches going bonkers Baby I come from the sun That's why I'm always Gloing I pull up these niggas run Cause I'm always fucking blowing You know these niggas be my sons How you know and I ain't even know From Letras Mania