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Did you bring that Creek Water with ya? Back that up Oh, that cinnamon? Cinnamon, you comin' in hot Yeah Yeah Trunk Muzik shit Back to the old ways Let's go I been in a slump all week (Yeah) Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm) Stink like new money (Ooh) Pussy way too deep (Too deep) Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat) Kick that hoe to the street (Street) I'ma show you new me (New me) I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee) Yeah Baby, hold onto this drink while I fasten my belt buckle And check for the door Make your way to the kitchen for me, mama And look at the bar, check for some more Act like you know what I want and go do it Act like you got a good point and come prove it Letras de cancionesBitch, it ain't personal, don't get all moody Why you think I got all suited and booted? Early 40s in this purgatory Comin' at mе gettin' doper, yeah Young ladiеs out here lovin' the boy Permanently on my sofa yeah I got leather jacket that's older than you I'm the daddy of this whole fuckin’ crew All of my sons, all of 'em fun They go slangin' with the coke in the room Big facts Moved in for the pig skins by the ten pack Passed out on that floosie too with no percocets, you still went back No pillow talk, chit chat She real quit, waist trap Agent Provocateur, yeah, for sure Wanna put that leg's where my face at? I been in a slump all week (Yeah) Poppin' that trunk all week (Mm-hmm) Stink like new money (Ooh) Pussy way too deep (Too deep) Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat) Kick that hoe to the street (Street) I'ma show you new me (New me) I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee) Yeah She ain't worried 'bout a damn thing (Damn) Walk her down, took her down, pull her hamstring, yeah Take another bump, now that's off key I'm 'bout to tune her up like T-Pain (T-Pain) Can't complain, it ain't nothin' Got her hotter than an onion ring That gun go, "Click, bang-bang" (Baow) Go doggy (Baow) like tongue hang (Yeah) DNA, she takin' my saliva BNA, I might fly you Make up messy like I tie dyed her Gave her two P's, I pipe pied her Bitch, get tuned, now we eye to eyer Greyhound, bye-bye, yuh Adios, bon voyage Yes sir, no yes sire King shit, got a new suit Got a flock on me goin', "Cuckoo" Yeah, bird word, yeah, that wing man, that stank love, doo-doo Don't try me youngster, I'm A1, and I'm jumpin' out of my rap bed Elvis Messy, come get this selfie, but please, don't touch the black hat, look I been in a slump all week (Yeah) Poppin' that trunk all week (Mm-hmm) Stink like new money (Ooh) Pussy way too deep (Too deep) Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat) Kick that hoe to the street (Street) I'ma show you new me (New me) I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee) Yeah, new me, ooh-wee (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, new me (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'ma show y'all new me New me, new me, ooh-wee Uh (Yeah) She lookin' at me like daddy may I? I gave her love it was total chaos She got on her knees, sayin' prayers I don't talk a lot, I Major Lazer That's the play and guess I'm just a player Hit her like two-thousand, hey, ya, hey, ya I don't need brakes and I don't need favors I hit the gas and I hate a hater Bitch, take your heart, you can have it back Been sleepin' a lot when I come around Hell, I might drive in a Cadillac Takin' turn, gotta slow it down When I'm pullin' up in that bench seat Rose red with the new leaf Turned over, no not strip Well, probably with these two freaks and a new me (Yeah) Poppin' that trunk all week (Mm-hmm) Stink like new money (Ooh) Pussy way too deep (Too deep) Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat) Kick that hoe to the street (Street) I'ma show you new me (New me) I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee) Yeah, I been in a slump all week (Yeah) Poppin' that trunk all week (Mm-hmm) Stink like new money (Ooh) Pussy way too deep (Too deep) Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat) Kick that ho to the street (Street) I'ma show you new me (New me) I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee) Yeah From Letras Mania