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Oh yeah, how you doing? I got reservations for Heff? Okay, okay, I gotta sit back there? Is that where Wynne at? Okay, okay, bet What's good? Oh you know, same old same old You acting like you know what's up But if I say jump, you jump Blue jewelry on my hand going numb Put a baller in my bed, he's hung 22, whole team going up And we're close to the top like Punch I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much) I guess I missed the gossip at brunch (I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done) Got a clutch in my hand like Dame Huckleberry color sweats, Mark Twain Everybody from my town still the same (Out in LO?) Would've showed ya' how not to be lame (You gotta show 'em) But I didn't wanna do it in vain (Okay, okay) Me and homeboy fucking, profane One day they gonna call me cocaine Ice dripping, not getting no stains Letras de cancionesAnd my J cold, Jermaine (Like J. Cole) Shooting my shot, I got aim Big booty, hard to keep it contained (God damn) Didn't not mean to post it on main (I can see it) I don't go on any walks of shame I know we're all glad that I came Chug, chugging champagne like a train (Like a what?) Itay twisting up like a sprain (Okay, go roll the wood up) And you acting like you know what's up But if I say jump, you jump Blue jewelry on my hand going numb (It's going numb lil' baby) Put a baller in my bed, he's hung (God damn, that ass crazy) 22, whole team going up And we're close to the top like Punch I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much) I guess I missed the gossip at brunch (I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done) Pull up like a nun, showing face I'm not out in line, no trace T-Pain, you could buy me a drank They're expensive, I don't wanna break the bank Okay, we gon' go at my pace (Okay, slow it down) When we fuck, better finish your plate (Tryna go another round?) Be careful, take it off of my waist (Take it off of your waist?) I don't want you ripping this lace (Okay, I'll be a lil' careful, aye) You can get all up in my face Never mind, give me my space (Hold on) No sneaking, I will hit you with the mace Feel like Roxanne Shanté I don't really play those games (I don't really play those games neither) Same team, never made any trades (I ain't never made no trades neither) All my rap friends calling me babe (What they calling you? Hold on) But they respectful, so it's okay (Okay, okay) And you acting like you know what's up (Girl, tell em what's up) But if I say jump, you jump (Okay, I'll jump) Blue jewelry on my hand going numb Put a baller in my bed, he's hung (God damn) 22, whole team going up And we're close to the top like Punch I've never heard of such and such (Y'all talk too much) I guess I missed the gossip at brunch (I don't wanna do all that talking I'm done) Got a clutch in my hand like Dame Huckleberry color sweats, Mark Twain Ayo Wynne, who that over there? I don't know who that is Whatever Aye bro, pass the croissants! They ain't got no butter or nothing? From Letras Mania