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I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh) They come and then get you, they mean it (Skrr) He copy my style when he see me (Skrr) She hate me, but really don't mean it (Ooh) She wipin' it up when she finished (Oh) My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (Oh) You smokin' that mid in your pictures (Oh) Them niggas gon' have to come get you (Skrr-skrr) I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh) They come and then get you, they mean it (Ooh) He copy my style when he see me (Ayy) She hate me, but really don't mean it (Ayy) She wipin' it up when she finished My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' You smokin' that mid in your pictures Them niggas gon' have to come get you They hate me, they know that I made it (Oh) You're fuckin' me up, you're my favorite (Hey) Them bitches all in rotation (Hey) Fresh cup, bitch, don't wait (Hey) Suck me off, get a Mercedes (Skrr-skrr) Baby, I'm lit, goin' eighty Tokyo kill 'em, ayy, uh Makin' them bands every day, uh Tell that bitch [?] way Letras de cancionesIn the North [?] Shawty ain't give me play (Ooh) Now a nigga paid (Yeah) Fake it 'til you make it, yeah, that's that shit that hurt Ice cubes on my neck, yeah, how much is it worth? In the foreign (Skrr, skrr) and it's pourin' (Skrr, skrr) Listenin' to your mixtape and it's borin' (Oh) Careful on the streets, speedin' while it's snowin' (Oh) She a thotty and you copped her not knowin' I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoein' (Skrr, skrr) Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland (Yeah, yeah) Baby, I just bought your flight, where you goin'? Couple strokes in that pussy like a whirlwind (Ooh) I pull up and hop out the cleanest They come and then get you, they mean it He copy my style when he see me (Skrr) She hate me, but really don't mean it She wipin' it up when she finished (Yeah) My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' You smokin' that mid in your pictures Them niggas gon' have to come get you (Oh) I pull up and hop out the cleanest (Oh) They come and then get you, they mean it (Oh) He copy my style when he see me (Oh) She hate me, but really don't mean it (Ooh) She wipin' it up when she finished (Ooh) My YSL poppin', I'm shittin' (Ooh) You smokin' that mid in your pictures (Ooh) Them niggas gon' have to come get you (Skrrt) Check up If I give it to you, don't mess up Got big money then flex up Double Ds, yeah, get your chest up Gotta look good when you're next up Give me that top, keep your head up Makin' that sound, get your bread up Mom told me, "Keep my head up" (Oh) ATM, I get that cash, know I get that guap (Oh) ATM, the speed is hot, I got that shit on [?], uh Louis with the Gucci, yeah, I mix it in Japan, uh Showin' off your Burberry, FaceTime with friends Lowkey, your bitches wanna fuck me, I ain't playin', uh I get the money, power up, like it's Super Saiyan Christmas on the island, yeah, she just wanna tan Louis bathing suit, yeah, I'ma need a fan Fake it 'til you make it, yeah, that's that shit that hurts Ice cubes on my neck, yeah, how much is it worth? In the foreign, and it's pourin' Listenin' to your mixtape and it's borin' Careful on the streets, speedin' while it's snowin' She a thotty and you copped her not knowin' I be on the plane, yeah, while you hoein' Sippin' on that brown, yeah, Kelly Rowland Baby, I just bought you a flight, where you goin'? Couple strokes in that pussy like a whirlwind (Oh) From Letras Mania