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Yeah (Jay got the plug) And I be sittin' down while I record, you feel me? High as hell Ayy, fucked a lil' bitch, she shy as hell Bitch give me neck, might as well Ayy, huh Ayy, huh Gettin' head while I smoke, dump the ashes in her weave Opp bitch only find me attractive 'cause I'm me Lil' broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some D 'Cause they know I'm comin' up like Michael Jackson when he lean Jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin' for a feature It's gon' cost a pretty penny, I don't rap like this for free Rats callin' rats rats, please practice what you preach He keep flexin' with that presi', up the pole, get him impeached Bitch, pull your panties up, I want the neck, we not fuckin' Look, my way or the highway, I'm not fussin' My ex-bitch want us to work, told her go job huntin' Bitch, what we talkin' 'bout, you ain't talkin' 'bout stuffin'? Bitch, what we talkin' 'bout, you ain't talkin' 'bout punchin'? All this fake love in the air got me Glock clutchin' Yeah, you cute with a pretty face, but I'm cuffin' You sound cute on that lil' tape, but nigga drop somethin' Letras de cancionesAyy, I only fucked that bitch 'cause she remind me of my other ho Damn, I miss her, but a lame put his cuffing on Can you please let me see our bitch? I wanna fuck her throat Put it all on film, count an onion roll, huh See the ice, what you got, like a hundred on? Oh, that's nice, up the pipe, catch a hundred more All that swiping in your songs, you ain't really punchin', though All your shit bouncin' back, get your flubber on Make a bitch talk to the hand, get my puppet on Change my number every season, you were just my summer ho You ain't bringin' nothin' to the table, baby, run along Damn, you hating on me too, nigga? The fuck going on? Up banana clip out the window like I'm Donkey Kong Banana clip, catch you slipping in traffic, yeah Stretch a nigga like I'm Mr. Fantastic, ayy Grown as hell, pussy stank, need her ass kicked Couldn't send no money, I was fucked up myself I'll ho a bougie bitch 'cause I'm stuck-up myself Think I'm lackin', but I'm packin', I ain't gotta call for help Like we lapped up in the car, Yoshi got bodies on his belt Opp bitch know I got the hoes, but all them bitches in they place Cookie 'bows louder than a cricket when it's late No, I'm not shoplifting, but the bitch get off my waist Catch a body like fans do outfielders on the gate Crib sittin' on a lake, bitch sittin' on my face When she try to argue with me, I just hit her with the K Nigga tried to argue with me, so I hit him with the K Think somebody wearin' bugs, they caught my nigga in a raid Free Monty, free Hitman, all my niggas on the way Ain't a dance contest, why your shit ticking in the face? Feel like the Franchize Boyz, the lean rock my dawg to sleep Thirty hangin' off the road like the one tire on the Jeep Gettin' head while I smoke, dump the ashes in her weave Opp bitch only find me attractive 'cause I'm me Lil' broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some D 'Cause they know I'm comin' up like Michael Jackson when he lean Jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin' for a feature It's gon' cost a pretty penny, I don't rap like this for free Rats callin' rats rats, please practice what you preach He keep flexin' with that presi', up the pole, get him impeached Bitch, pull your panties up Ayy, bitch, pull your panties up Ayy, you can't get no dick, you been actin' up all week When your nigga at the crib trippin', bitch, call me When your nigga don't want his dick sucked, call me When your nigga, haha, ayy From Letras Mania