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Uh, listen She did her thing (Did her thing), voila (Voila) When she sucked it her face looked like a sci-fi (Mmh) She put that hard dick bye-bye (Bye-bye) Sperm was everywhere like wifi (Yes) Then we lit up that la-la Killed the kitty 'cause I'm the cat with nine lives (Lives) Then we smoked in vanilla, rental, we tore up the villa She like, "You really a killer," I'm like, "Don't get too familiar" But you're flawless You the best thing they made since the cordless Nothing short of gorgeous You deserve an office, drive home to a fortress Canines on the porches, in the garage, Porsches Yeah, come live lawless Check my phone and my call list Only bad bitches and ballers Huh, murder he wrote, I'm the author I ain't lyin', man, I'm flyer than a saucer, baby Everyone lyin', it's bananas If you're duckin' from the cops with the scanners If you hustle or a scammer Or you're showing off your pussy on Camster Just be honest (Be honest, baby, I like that Camster pussy) Letras de cancionesWhat she tell you? (You ain't even gotta put the WWE mask on it, I know it's you) Uh, uh Triple C, cool, calm, and collected (I am) Triple B, bitch, blowjob, breakfast (Nah' mean?) Triple P, plush pussy my preference (It is) Triple G, gangster gon' leave no guessin', I mean Triple D, don't dive in deception (Nope) Here come the D's, we flush pies in seconds WGW, yes, we got weapons (Weapons) What I'm drivin' won't fill, what's your preference? I mean The boat is hot, the yacht is docked to drop the top if you guessin' Eleven hundred so fast, I'll spend ten off your luggage Or maybe you're in the Rovers, or maybe you want a chauffeur I show you better than tell you, the Gucci match up the loafers I grew up around cobras (What else?), sharks, rats, and vultures (What else?) Crack fiends and ballers, pardon me if I'm vulgar It's my environment, blame it all on my culture Hustle with Miss Paula, can't fault her Everyone lyin', it's bananas If you're duckin' from the cops with the scanners If you hustle or a scammer Or you're showing off your pussy on Camster Just be honest (Just be honest, baby) What she tell you? (Nobody knockin' you no more, niggas tryna find you since Backpage closed down Where you set up at now?) From Letras Mania