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Ayy, yo, that's Popp and that's Petty Damn, gettin' fetti with Petty, this shit is heavy I heard that they started to doubt me, they gettin' buried And you know we comin' harder, my nigga (Othello on the) He took me to that island, had me sipping' on that Mai Tai He gon' keep me drippin' in that Gucci, Louis, Prada Since you got that money, baby, then I need a lotta The way this nigga lookin', turn him to my baby father Girl, you better chill, I already got a baby Surfin' in that pussy, girl, you know that shit be wavy Fuckin' you for hours, got a nigga feelin' lazy If I spend that bag on you, you better not play me Nah, long as you come home at night You be on that corner, right? Make it home to mommy, I'ma ride you like a motor bike Better yet, a jet ski, it get super wet-sy It get super messy Fuck it, you could bless me When I'm up in Philly I be ridin' with a choppa Gotta keep it lowkey so I pull up in the squatter Baby, you the baddest, girl, you know that you a problem All these bitches callin', girl, I fuck around and block 'em Letras de canciones And girl, you so bad, gotta call the police Way you eat this pussy got me weak in my knees You better be bougie with these niggas, don't speak You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek Yeah, you know that I ride for you Call me, I'ma slide for you And if it came to it then I fuck around and die for you Okay, you say it's forever You know I'm there for whatever I was just totin' Berettas, you made me change for the better Air Force, Dickie pants, street nigga I was broke last year, my bag bigger If he hatin' he another mad nigga Young nigga, [?], I'm that nigga I'm that bitch, them other bitches is average We up now, 'member when we didn't have shit? Now it's fly shit, them other bitches better not try shit Yeah, you took 'em to Miami but we on Dubai shit Know I'm yours, baby, you could tell your niggas that you got her Make them bitches mad 'cause them bitches ain't get nada On the real, baby, never even thought I'd feel love Now I'm on some Mary J. shit, I found my real love Girl, you so bad, gotta call the police Way you eat this pussy got me weak in my knees You better be bougie with these niggas, don't speak You better spend money, gotta keep me on fleek Yeah, you know that I ride for you Call me, I'ma slide for you And if it came to it then I fuck around and die for you Okay, you say it's forever You know I'm there for whatever I was just totin' Berettas, you made me change for the better From Letras Mania