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(021) Aye-yai-yai-yai Aye-yai-yai-yai Aye-yai-yai-yai Yeah, yeah (Uno, I killed it) Sippin' promethazine Whipping amphetamine Woke up in the limousine Smoking on cookies and cream Loving the loving, trap like a veteran My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai) Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Wedding band is on me, look like a wedding ring She got the work and that's how we flexing me Bitch, you'd be lucky if you can stand next me And my bitch ballin', I'm not Kevin Federline And I got big birds and they ain't come from Sesame I come in deep in your home, I investigate I got some virgins than want to have sex with me Bih' wanna drill me 'cause I got the recipe They gon' have to double twice, I get the recipe Letras de cancionesI got the chopper, shoot him, I'm gonna shoot him 'til that boy is rest in peace Okay, my diamonds, they blindin' you carelessly Nigga tried to play me like I am a fool Pity the fool that really trying to play me Booty stand up like she the real Slim Shady She a crack baby like she from the eighties I'm having dope like I'm Lil Baby Ice in the cup, nigga, come face me All of this gold really Caucasian I got the voice for any situation I got the blicky, licky in particular Know I throw the blicky if this shit get sticky She ride on that dick like a Kawasaki No Parker but what I say about a Willie? No kids, I got that ho up in a giddy My diamonds look better when I got on Fendi My bitch is so pretty 'cause she got on Fenty Can you get down and gritty when it come to clitty? You dig what I'm sayin'? Sippin' promethazine Whipping amphetamine Woke up in the limousine Smoking on cookies and cream Loving the loving, trap like a veteran My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai) Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Tell me who better than Wedding band is on me, look like a wedding ring She got the work and that's how we flexing me Bitch, you'd be lucky if you can stand next me And my bitch ballin', I'm not Kevin Federline And I got big birds and they ain't come from Sesame (Brr) (Killed it) From Letras Mania