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Ain't no sense not poppin' it on these songs, we supposed to pop it every chance we get man, you know I'm sayin'? I'mma need more than some rubber bands, 'cause that ain't gon' be enough to hold all this shit Five hundred stuck to these jeans, could've bought a house or something Nigga talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or something Could've bought some jubilee bust, but that ain't cost enough Instead I went presidential plain, yeah I had bossed it up Nigga dropping dime like twelve we call them officer I've been going too hard on my opps, but ain't no [?] They real while they microphone on, all they don't cost me nun Five hundred stuck in these jeans, could've bought a house or something Pulled up [?] all black had them disgusted I ain't gotta put hands on you to get you touched quick Took a gay bitch, turned her hotter and made her love dick Pretty penny drop on your head and it'll turn ugly MC Hammer pockets I promise they can't touch this Fucked a nigga bitch and I wrote her name on a hush list How you break your promise but want me to still trust you This bullet from the UK but this stick came from Russia Medicine all in my cup it got me slowed up Nasty ass nigga in the strip club I throw up Saw that money fly and now he acting like he know us And I know I can pay for a bitch to go to school 'cause I got like Five hundred stuck to these jeans, could've bought a house or something Letras de cancionesNigga talking dirt on my name, keep it out your mouth or something Could've bought some jubilee bust, but that ain't cost enough Instead I went presidential plain, yeah I had bossed it up Nigga dropping dime like twelve we call them officer I've been going too hard on my opps, but ain't no [?] They real while they microphone on, all they don't cost me nun Five hundred stuck in these jeans, could've bought a house or something From Letras Mania