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(Have you ever been to London?) Ayy, yeah (Squat made the beat) Don't you, don't you hate a ol' Ayy, ol' save a ho Yeah, ayy Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass? Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit? In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick Yeah Ninety-five percent of these niggas fake rich The other fivе percent of thesе niggas all bitch Like Too $hort said, "Bitches ain't shit" Ooh, fifty niggas in the section, pushin' hoes down Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (Yeah) Know you pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down Store runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (Yeah) What type of nigga spend the night with his boys? You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys Letras de cancionesSame type of nigga bookin' flights with his boys In the club takin' pictures, makin' bad bitch noise Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass? Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit? In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick How you online claimin' bodies all your niggas gettin' touched? Whole gang outside, still got your chain took Steady snitchin' on the 'Gram, mad the feds picked you up At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones? Tryna figure out why you flexin' riding in that loan Your hairline ain't even long, nigga, keep your hat on (Yeah) What type of nigga beg a rapper for a pic? In a section full of bitches but ain't tryna fuck shit You too excited for these niggas, even got the same fit Buyin' watches for your boys but you say you ain't a trick Don't you hate a ol' trickin' ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leachin' ass? Reachin' ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shit? In his baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip Man what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick, ayy What type of nigga wear his homeboy shit? In his, in baby mama crib, ridin' his baby mama whip What, what, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always runnin' to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick From Letras Mania