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I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah Okay, I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Her best friend a stripper out of ATL and she treat us well She treat us well, she treat us well She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L I wish her well, I wish her well I throw them pennies in the wishing well Keep the hundreds in the shoebox for a rainy day My nigga smoke designer kush and drink that Ace of Spades Learn how to play the cards because the deck will never change You from the hood but I can put you in a better place Take your time with it, you just gotta wait I don't need your number find a way to reach me Looking for a crib in [?] 'cause the price is cheaper I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah Okay, I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Her best friend a stripper out of ATL and she treat us well She treat us well, she treat us well She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L I wish her well, I wish her well Letras de canciones I been stealing pennies out the wishing well I fucked your bitch but I'm a real one, I don't kiss and tell I gotta [?] 'cause I've been through too many L's Got a pocket full of blue cheese, Backwood full of kale And everything I got for sale but that shit for cheap And every time a nigga feel I just hit the streets I been Gucci since back when Gucci told us [?] Used to hit Miami and spend a sack up in KOD But that's before they closed the doors I'm a pimp, I can turn a nun to a whore I make her get on her knees like she was praising the Lord I tell her that it's a go every time she tell me that she leave it [?] I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah Okay, I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Her best friend a stripper out of ATL and she treat us well She treat us well, she treat us well She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L I wish her well, I wish her well Shawty bad, got her cake up, yeah she love the bread Cute face, all that ass, yeah she [?] [?] we can play it how you wanna play it And she realize that I'm a boss and I ain't gotta say it My momma proud of a young nigga, I'm a prodigy [?] my socks is Gucci, I'm rocking Prada kicks You probably running game, tryna act like you ride for me I know you're in it for the money, ain't gotta lie to me Me and Rockie throwing ones like we hit the lottery [?] the way I'm coming, now she wanna leave For the West side but I'm making euros overseas She make a nigga [?] I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah Okay, I met this bitch from down south Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Her best friend a stripper out of ATL and she treat us well She treat us well, she treat us well She tried to turn me into clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L I wish her well, I wish her well From Letras Mania