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(Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up) Haha I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah) Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Letras de cancionesRide on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit one hundred, yeah, y'all niggas not one hundred, yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit one hundred, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah Thirteen, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for a hundred, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho, won't blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah From Letras Mania