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How you doin’, baby? You lookin’ real beautiful today Cardo Got Wings It’s good, tap in Just pull up on me, I mean, it ain’t really shit to do You know I mean? We can go hikin’ or sun’ Sun’ very peaceful, you know I mean? What’s hannin’? Tap in I been wantin’ this bitch for a minute (For a minute) The bitch tapped in, so I’m cleanin’ off my rims (Rims) Make sure my white tee crispy (Crispy) I’m goin’ to her crib, so my .45 with me (With me) A nigga gotta stay on his toes (Toes) Is the bitch really single? You never really know Off top, I took that chance (Chance) She cooked a nigga dinner, then a nigga got them pants Now, I’m back in my 5.0 (0, sock it to me) Took a lock off the steerin’ wheel, it’s time to go This for the girls in San Jo- (San Jo-) Stocked in Modesto, she choosin’ fasho (Fasho) Bitch, drink a smoothie (Smoothie), do some yoga (Do some yoga) And make sure it don’t got a odor (No, no, no) Me and Kilo used to sit ‘em down in the V On my mama, I was nineteen whippin’ 550 What's hannin'? Letras de canciones All the trap niggas gon’ feel this (Feel this) Not fiction, I really live this (Live this) Take the top off the ‘Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing the shit) I really just be been mackin’, I don’t need the bitch (Numbers) Sippin’ Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream) Stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ shit P (P) The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers) Hunter’s Point, Fillmore, to the V G’s I’m up early in the mornin’, lightin’ up a deuce Sippin’ champagne mimosa with that organic juice Stayin’ heavy on the bitch, like my nephew Larry June We some projects niggas, so you know we pay dues, yeah I put in that work, do I make it look easy? Do I get money? Isn't fat meat greasy? Pull up on a breezy, ask her what it do I’m out here chasin’ blue strips, bitch, what about you? You can hop up in this foreign, if you really with the shit When she not about a dollar, I don’t really need the bitch I really just be mackin’, tryna motivate her A boss not a captain, so I ain’t tryna save her Never been a hater, I’m more like a gangster I rep that RBL in the city of them playas ‘Frisco, ‘Frisco, where you gotta pack a pistol Stay away from sucka shit, and stay up on your tip-toes All the trap niggas gon’ feel this (Feel this) Not fiction, I really live this (Live this) Take the top off the ‘Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing the shit) I really just be been mackin’, I don’t need the bitch (Numbers) Sippin’ Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream) Stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ shit P (P) The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers) Hunter’s Point, Fillmore, to the V G’s I’m just gettin’ lined up, but the .40 on me (On me) ‘Cause everywhere I go, everybody know me (Know me) If the bitch didn’t want me back then, now she on it (On it) You better have your shit together, bitch, or I don’t want it (Want it) Full-time father (Father), I want it – then, I’m coppin’ (Coppin') Took the pin out the choppa, automatic whoppa Now, I’m off to Vallejo, ‘cause the bitch pay more (Pay more) Check trap, then a nigga dippin’ like queso Back to the motherfuckin’ city (City) I cross two bridges, my Black bitch with me (With me) When I get that Cash App, I dance like Diddy (Diddy) Pineapple smoothie (Smoothie), my whip so shitty (Shitty) I don’t need shit from a nigga, I’m a boy (I'm a boy) I like candy on my motherfuckin’ toys (On my toys) Skrrrt! Swingin’, mobbin’ (Mobbin') Numbers, runnin’ up commas (Commas) Good job All the trap niggas gon’ feel this (Feel this) Not fiction, I really live this (Live this) Take the top off the ‘Vette, then I swing the shit (Swing that shit) I really just be been mackin’, I don’t need the bitch (I don’t need that bitch) Sippin’ Blue Label, my life is a dream (Dream) Stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ shit P (P) The ho never met another nigga like me (Numbers) Hunter’s Point, Fillmore, to the V G’s Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don’t need that shh I don’t want that shh Man, off top, nigga Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy From Letras Mania