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Couple hoes no clothes make the bedrock Hittin' all these suckas wit the red dot Pull up with my migo in that benz drop This another heater for ya headtop She told me I'm handsome i said thanks boo She know me as Russell and that dude who brought that dank through She just wanna make love and i just wanna make moves 25-8 I got food up on my plate ooh Beat knockin', I got hella weed options And a girl that speak french, hella curvy and Moroccan Only keep gems, we ain't wit em if they easy I need me a boss bitch somebody who don't need me Knock knock, ringaling, get the door its the bros All my homies gettin' further, we still workin' on the low You talk shit about your own fuckin' homies and it shows You can stunt your whole life but that shit might make you broke In your ends you a joke, to your homies I'm the pope To your wifey I'm the goat, you got reggie i got DOPE Went through pain up in my life, went through times we had no hope Yung boy done made a business, I ain't bend and I ain't fold Had to get my head right baby that's true They talk about me heavy when I'm present they on mute I just chill out and record drink mimosas by the pool With some freaks and a blizzy while I'm scrollin' through the news Russell that's who, Vale be my set, I can get you introduced Letras de cancionesThis my life of money bitches weed and music come through If you say it's fuck me, then it's fuck you too (sher drop that shit!) Couple hoes no clothes make the bedrock Hittin' all these suckas wit the red dot Pull up with my migo in that benz drop This another heater for ya headtop From Letras Mania