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Hey, JayGotThePlug Canada Goose pea coat keeps getting caught in the door Your bitch too plain, I just call when I'm bored On her knees, using her tongue like she talk to the lord Spikes on my shoes sharp like I'm walking on forks Boy you was still doin' chores when I hopped off of the porch Buy everything I when I walk in the store But shit, I got everything that I saw in the store No cologne, but my bitch got up and bought me Dior Now tell me, how the fuck is he not a fucking lame? Just started getting pussy when he got a lil' name Such a bloody scene when I'm hopping off planes Shoes got more spikes than a volleyball game I don't pocket watch cause I got my own lane Once I grab my side, got low like he rockin' ball fades I just thumbed through 300,000, all things Why P don't listen, told him not in broad day Just made a bitch talk to me through CashApp Need 3,500 for a text back Braggin' bout your pussy, why you ain't mention your neck yet? In the Benz burnin' rubber like crackhead sex You was sleepin', now bitch look at me, XXX All the opps better clique up, that's your next best step Can't keep a pole for three months, keep goin' strap to strap Like an Uber driver, bro off addys back-to-back Letras de canciones Yeah, gang all in your bitch camera roll On stage with more ratchets than a Cannon show She gon' suck it 'til I scream like a banana boat Then I make a slut walk like Amber Rose Rappin' ten years, ain't got a hundred, what you rappin' for? Nigga mad 'cause I nailed his bitch, so I keep hammers close New bitch so bad, don't want to let her go She might be loyal, but I still cheat, shit, you would never know Say I'm drippin', I got more flavor than New York Scoop your bitch then poke her like a spoon-fork Niggas want to try to eat with me with the school dork But once I got the plate I still passed out a few forks Almost slapped a bitch, she in the mansion sparkin' Newports Keep travellin' and doublin', they threw me off the hoop court Pandemic ain't stop shit, we play a few sports Headhunter text me, finna do like 92 to her She hate it when I grab her head but she a demon He barkin' up the wrong tree, we gon' leave him Get racks and ain't even plan it, Venus Rap cappin', they for sure lyin', Fenix I be everywhere solo, no security But shit, actually I ain't alone, I got the tool with me At the at the airport taking pictures, like "who is he?" Got your bitch all on my pickle like a new corned beef, nigga Yeah, gang all in your bitch camera roll On stage with more ratchets than a Cannon show She gon' suck it 'til I scream like a banana boat Then I make a slut walk like Amber Rose Rappin' ten years, ain't got a hundred, what you rappin' for? Nigga mad 'cause I nailed his bitch, so I keep hammers close New bitch so bad, don't want to let her go She might be loyal, but I still cheat, shit, you would never know From Letras Mania