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I’m- Hop out the PJ then get on the yacht Probably stay worried ‘bout money I got Stop pocket watchin’, ain’t worried 'bout what you got (Woah) Fell asleep, nodding off of the Wock Woke up next morning to a pretty thot She foreign, Brazil, she callin’ me papi (BNYX) Yeah, yeah It’s like a domino effect with all these hoes The way that I’m knockin’ them down, one by one, that’s how that shit go She eatin’ me up, it’s so good, yeah She do that shit just like a pro (Woah) Woah I'm with Luh Kranky on stage, we paid for days, lil' nigga, okay (Yeah) I wanted this shit in my way, I’m runnin' up rackades everyday Go play in this one, I’ll crack your noggin like some Crème Brûlée I know this shit I’m finna say is cliché, but at your shit like a temp fade, yeah Aight, let me hop on with some swag I’m up in my bag, she shakin’ that ass Long as she keep shakin’ that ass, she gon’ keep bein’ able to brag Just hopped out of first class Just me and Jason, we got jet lag 24/7 in the stu’, that’s how I generate these motherfuckin’ blues Bitch, I’m poppin’ these blues, I’m sipping on juice, I don't sip on Grey Goose Letras de cancionesIn the two-tone Maybach truck, this bitch get to bouncin’ like a kangaroo With my dawgs hangin’ out of the roof, but them niggas no-rules, them niggas gon’ shoot Got the title to this Maybach, lil’ bitch, I could show you the motherfuckin’ proof This bitch got some motherfuckin’ guala This bitch pull a white man daughter Started poppin’ them blues up in Florida Swear to God, these bitches make me smarter This bitch said she likin’ my twin I just told the bitch I’ll do my thing In the big body, take up two lanes This bitch gave me Helmut Lang I ain’t the one to buy you a ring I ain’t the one to pop out with you out up in public, but baby girl, you know I got fame These drugs keepin’ me sane In the 'Cat, blowin’ out the brain On the moon, thinkin’ bout everything This shit turning out strange (I’m working on dying, BNYX) Hoes moan my name They wanna fuck me now I’ll buy you a Patek Philippe if you gon' hold shit down Stop fuckin’ with these clowns And when it’s finna go down, I’m ten toes on the fuckin’ ground My brothers put they trust in me, I’ll spray the whole sixty rounds I like my bitches brown That pussy got me like “Wow” That shit got me like “Woah” You tryna take my soul Won’t bend, I won’t fold In the can, I’m ten toes That big Doodie up on a soul You know how that shit go (Shh) I’m gettin my M’s I ain’t takin no L’s Hell nah, I’m not them Bitch, you'll go to hell And I’ma meet you there And that’s real shit, I don’t care, yeah Yeah, sippin’ on this drank, it feel like I’m fallin’ down the stairs I’m poppin’ my shit two times, three times, this shit ain’t fair She sit on this dick like a chair, she feel me anywhere without a care That’s why I fuck with you, baby girl, this probably why we was meant to be together She stuck on me just like some feathers I just spilled some lean on my leather And I think this shit gon’ last forever Not talkin’ 'bout you, talkin’ ‘bout the cheddar Anytime and any weather And you know that I’ma fuck you better I’m on drugs, baby, say a prayer I be sendin’ hearts, say a prayer Hop out the PJ then get on the yacht Probably stay worried ‘bout money I got Stop pocket watchin’, ain’t worried 'bout what you got (Woah) Fell asleep, nodding off of the Wock Woke up next morning, to a pretty thot She foreign, Brazil, she callin’ me papi (BNYX) From Letras Mania