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Yeah, Test 1, 2 You're now listening to your favorite radio station: 510 T-H-O-T I'm your motherfuckin' host with the scammy most, The Valentino Viper y'all We got that new Childish, yeah, Childish the Major way, baby The fuck you mean you don't know DJ Marc B? Talk to 'em boy, yeah Stop claiming Gucci when your feelings hurt (Ayy) Too tapped in for your plan to work (Know I been down, right) Tryna be down but I been done peaked You're just a lil' freak with a thing for the herb I can't trust nobody else's bitch (Yeah) Ayy, please stay on the other side of fence I could give it to you straight, no wonderin' (Bitch) You want the truth? Give her the truth, I fucked your friend Ah, please don't take it personal, I barely even know the ho Bald fade from a bald head, it's a Amber Rose (You bald) You freaky when it's Fallon on Famous when there's cameras on And be dancin' in the club with no panties on (Two step, yeah) Caught me redhanded (Ooh), I'm a bedroom bandit (Yeah) I don't post no picture with a one-one, hit her, quit her You can't tell me what the issue is, baby, please, mind your business (Mind your bid'ness) If you can't tell me what the issue is (You heard him) Baby, please, mind your business (Mind it) Letras de canciones Stop claiming Gucci when your feelings hurt (Yeah) Too tapped in for your plan to work (Gucci) Tryna be down but I been done peaked (Ayy) You're just a lil' freak with a thing for the herb (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I can't trust nobody else's bitch (I can't trust you) Please stay on the other side of fence I could give it to you straight, no wonderin' You want the truth? Give her the truth, I fucked your friend (Yeah) Listen Ayy, you gotta through a ho damn game off balance (Ayy) Thought I was a square, no, I kicked it with the scammers (Scam) She love to get loud and I ain't really wit' the drama Never said I love her, only hit her when I want her (Hoo) A ebony, a chocolate, a milk thing, ooh (Milk) TSA, they love to pat that ass down too (Pat it down, woah) Flew in from the A, met her in L.A. Fucked two models before I hit the runway Stop claiming Gucci when your feelings hurt (Gucci) Too tapped in for your plan to work (Tap in) Tryna be down but I been done peaked (Get down, bitch) You're just a lil' freak with a thing for the herb (Yeah) I can't trust nobody else's bitch Ayy, please stay on the other side of fence (Stay all the way there) I could give it to you straight, no wonderin' You want the truth? Give her the truth, I fucked your friend Ayy, ladies and gentleman, I need all the thots, bops, ho's, tricks, tracks and scallywags to come to the dance floor right now baby Ayy, yeah, ha-ha-ha From Letras Mania