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(Playmakers) Oh, oh Bangin' her back like a backbone Keep me some racks in the dashboard New window tint, left it fishbowl Went straight to the pent with a thick ho She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe Got that thing 'round her neck like an animal When I spin [?] on Melrose Spittin' game like a player from [?] I never trust her with my backbone and she callin' me "Daddy" when I'm home Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on Yes, I [?] they think that you're [?] when you comе on Yeah, I just landed in her city, tеll that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on, on She ride on that dick like a trolley, trolley I'm lickin' her up, she a hottie, hottie Cute face and no waist, this a lot of body I knew I would fuck up a whole [?] They said, "She is the one, you got it, got it" Mad that I'm on, you don't gotta like it Got my Chrome Heart jeans on with a pocket rock Told her come on, babe, we goin' shop Drop me an album, ain't do no floppin' Letras de cancionesLivin' this life, it feel like Monopoly I buy that shit and it's private property Original, I don't wanna copy Oh, she gotta leave it sloppy-sloppy Suck it when we fly to Abu Dhabi We got no name and we body-body Bangin' her back like a backbone Keep me some racks in the dashboard New window tint, left it fishbowl Went straight to the pent with a thick ho She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe Got that thing 'round her neck like an animal When I spin [?] on Melrose Spittin' game like a player from [?] I never trust her with my backbone and she callin' me "Daddy" when I'm home Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on Yes, I [?] they think that you're [?] when you come on Yeah, I just landed in her city, tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on, on Just know these hundreds and these hoes on me I'll treat you some girl, keep it lowkey Nigga, ever think 'bout playin' with Lil Keed? All the slimes know it's R.I.P Went and got all white and a stain on me Yeah, I'm havin' ties, yeah, M-O-B Twin hoes on me so I made a DoubleTree Bitch, said a drop top, lil' ho, I might be Ridin' with a Glock, yeah, it got long reach Yeah, it sit in the crack of the seat Yeah, I put bands on your ho if you're ever play Just know I get him fried like grease Yeah, I want Chanel, nigga, from the head to the toe But Gunna want Dior feet and they twenty G's Trollin' you hoes, I don't give a fuck You not the on the leash, I'm chasin' the dream, oh, woah, woah, woah Put YSL mats on my floors, yeah, her head good, yeah, I'm curlin' my toes Get real money and I want some more These niggas junkies so I ride with a pole Plottin' on takin', so I gotta drop it low I'll waste money whackin' then catch a show I ain't wastin' money on me [?] Bangin' her back like a backbone Keep me some racks in the dashboard New window tint, left it fishbowl Went straight to the pent with a thick ho She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe Got that thing 'round her neck like an animal When I spin [?] on Melrose Spittin' game like a player from [?] I never trust her with my backbone and she callin' me "Daddy" when I'm home Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on Yes, I [?] they think that you're [?] when you come on Yeah, I just landed in her city, tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on, on From Letras Mania