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(Jose the Plug) (I got exotic pack) Fft, beep, boy Man They wanna know how I'm livin', they wanna know what I'm sippin' My brother told me save it, these bitches tell me spend it We got crack like the '80s, I let my baby whip it He hit her with a one, so we call her Chauncey Billups I came up from the pavement and now I make a killing Bitch, I ain't the one to play with, I came up with some killers When you servin' Michael Jackson, better post up with the thriller When you makе it off the road, I swear it's a differеnt feeling (Man) I swear I could never feel 'em Niggas really fake as hell and be talkin' like the realest Niggas gettin' played like bitches and be talkin' like they killers I don't never judge a nigga, I'm just thumbin' through the riches I just talked to my big bro, it's snowin', he said we gettin' some inches She just shot it up in front of me, told her tell me when she feel it The way I'm all up in her mouth, she saved my number as the dentist Don't ever get too bomfortable and serve a nigga where you livin' Put a Perc' up in my lean, look like a snowglobe when I'm sippin' You ever got down on your knees and prayed to God to send a brick in? It fucked my head up 'cause he did it, bruh just showed me a whole chicken Forgot I'm Blood, I mean bhicken, never leave without the blicky Letras de cancionesBitch, I only like it 'cause it's sticky Put my thumb in when I hit it, rub her clit, she love the feeling Yeah, hit her with a Chauncey Billups, should've tried a Derek Fisher This that shit that if you do it right, can cop a Richard Mille (Man) They wanna know how I'm livin', they wanna know what I'm sippin' My brother told me save it, these bitches tell me spend it We got crack like the '80s, I let my baby whip it He hit her with a one, so we call her Chauncey Billups I came up from the pavement and now I make a killing Bitch, I ain't the one to play with, I came up with some killers When you servin' Michael Jackson, better post up with the thriller When you make it off the road, I swear it's a different feeling (Man) Nigga, when you on the road, you better watch out for the piglets, uh Niggas really told, they bold, you postin' them in pictures, uh Man, the street shit need a ref 'cause niggas ain't official He can't ball with the big dogs, he keep tryna blow the whistle He was talkin' like he gangster, now his mama need a tissue If it's beef, then you gon' get your issue, I will never diss you You ain't struggle how I struggled, dawg, so I can never feel you She said she ain't really got it, I said, "Baby, I could build you" The way my niggas slidin' every day, so they don't watch the news It feel like Jesus took the wheel, like Carrie Underwood, it's on cruise If you gettin' it for the low and stompin' on it, you can't lose It feel like every bitch and their friend wanna fuck, swear I can't choose I'm a vet, dawg, with this drank, I pour it up and never snooze Nigga get down on they mans and talkin' 'bout it like it's bool I don't get it, niggas fools, guess this loyalty shit is through It's so many licks out here, but niggas scared to break the rules (Man) They wanna know how I'm livin', they wanna know what I'm sippin' My brother told me save it, these bitches tell me spend it We got crack like the '80s, I let my baby whip it He hit her with a one, so we call her Chauncey Billups I came up from the pavement and now I make a killing Bitch, I ain't the one to play with, I came up with some killers When you servin' Michael Jackson, better post up with the thriller When you make it off the road, I swear it's a different feeling From Letras Mania