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(Ayy, what's up foo?) (Pluto got it knockin'—) Pussy real good, I'ma double back Lil' shawty flexing racks but we doubled that, yeah In the airport with a hundred racks Jumping off the PJ, I'ma stunt with that, yeah You better call Gunna for that Birkin bag Pardon me, baby, you ain't getting shit, yeah It ain't 'bout money, don't hit me up Off of that drank, I ain't giving it up She keep going, "Woohoo, woohoo" Yeah, nigga, woohoo, yeah, geeked off woohoo, yeah Woohoo, ayy, geeked off woohoo, yeah Woohoo, yeah, ayy, woohoo, yeah I'm geeked up, got cups of promethazine I might pull out a whip that you never seen I got shooters crash that'll catch a death for me I'ma be a real nigga 'til the death of me Nigga think I'm with his bitch, or he texting me Got a lime green whip, they'll remember me I was laughing at the opps, dropping R.I.P Got a thirty round clip and it's stormy, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah Letras de cancionesWoohoo, woohoo, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah If the pussy real good, I'ma double back Lil' shawty flexing racks but we doubled that, yeah In the airport with a hundred racks Jumping off the PJ, I'ma stunt with that, yeah You better call Gunna for that Birkin bag Pardon me, baby, you ain't getting shit, yeah It ain't 'bout money, don't hit me up Off of that drank, I ain't giving it up She keep going, "Woohoo, woohoo" Yeah, nigga, woohoo, yeah, geeked off woohoo, yeah Woohoo, ayy, geeked off woohoo, yeah Woohoo, yeah, ayy, woohoo, yeah I'm geeked up, got cups of promethazine I might pull out a whip that you never seen I got shooters crash that'll catch a death for me I'ma be a real nigga 'til the death of me Nigga think I'm with his bitch, or he texting me Got a lime green whip, they'll remember me I was laughing at the opps, dropping R.I.P Got a thirty round clip and it's stormy, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah Woohoo, woohoo, yeah From Letras Mania