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Uh The Coal Cash Collection It's the Queen Sleaze Nine months motherfuckin' pregnant, like what (I'm bool) Sada, what up? (Bang, bang, bang) Detroit Ooh, lil' nigga wanna try it I told him "Black lives matter" I'ma riot, ooh Ass fat I had to buy it, ain't a nigga alive that's gon' deny it This nigga makin' me feel erotic (Erotic) Uh, he a freak like Giannis (Giannis) To be honest, I hope one day we do a play-date with Adonis I brought my cake, get your bakin' out You don't want that real smoke, get your bakin' on Egg-whites, turkey-bacon on Ain't in a restaurant, but I'm the bitch they been waitin' on Gotta pop tags, bitches stuntin' in them hand-me-down bags It's sad, Burberry plaid, you in that drip I already had They wanna see you do your dance Do that thang, poke out them pants If it don't then I got plans Bang, you just got a summertime tan Letras de cancionesScram, we just puttin' dollars on your head Niggas violatin', the gang gon' end up dead Lady in the street but a freak ho in the bed Trapper on em, that's my shooter in the red Lil' nigga can't keep my pussy out his hands Fucked her last minute, gotta book me in advance Been a bad girl, and I'm tryna get spanked Pretty little body, but my face look stank I be in the truck that cost your whole house Bitches imitate me but don't come close If you wanna celebrate the best, then come toast Bitches ain't sayin' nothin', but doin' the up-most Heard he wanna chew on my edible panties Even when I tell him "See you tomorrow" he can leave Like the Off-White sneakers, rockin' a tan weave When I come out, grab Simba, it's a stampede Lil' bitch wan' ride it Told the bitch don't get out her body Hmm, get right beside me I'ma get in that thang, get to slidin' This bitch makin' me feel erotic Huh, she gotta get on this rocket I don't give a fuck 'bout her milage And her grandmom related to the Winans Ooh, that's the shit that I like You a church girl, bitch, you like Christ Hmm, you ain't never had pipe Least not this kind, I'ma fuck you all night Off a Perc', hmm, off a thirty pack Yeah, leave a bitch with the hurt back Where the work? Hmm, where the work at? My young niggas wakin' up to serve that They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand-dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass Scram, we just put them dollars on your head Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds Little brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands Lil' bitch can't keep her pussy out my hands Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin' 'Cause Sada can't be jealous off weed, I'm never stressin' I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger These drugs ain't a joke, my nigga, I'm just tellin' you Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you They wanna see me do my dance In these thousand-dollar pants Don't disrespect me and my mans Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass From Letras Mania