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She lovin' it, she lovin' it, she love it here She keep tellin' me to stay, she know I gotta go I might tell a joke, but I'd never tell a lie I told her, "Pick a side," told mama, "Hit my line" No hesi', no hesi', no hesitation She ain't got no patience, already want a vacation Only been fuckin' like cool for months and already thinkin' 'bout movin' in Who she think she fuckin' with? She must think I'm a whole trick Turn you up, shawty, she want this life And you got to prove that you could give her this kind of life Threw her weave, can it only takе place? (Cole, you stupid) Ooh yeah, ooh yеah Lamb chop, rockin' Forgiato rims, though (Though) Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho (Ho) My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick, though (Though) I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the— Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here (Yeah), she ain't goin' nowhere Love the Louis sweater I could never sweat her Blowin' up her phone, man, you gotta do better Letras de cancionesA ho gon' be a ho, so you might as well let her I'ma keep it P, you know the other three letters Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't gotta say nothin' I ain't got no pick-up line, my car gon' make the ho get in She don't get a piece of the pie, I never cut her in You ain't never broke a bitch, you too busy cuddlin' Break her heart and fuck her friend, fresher than a peppermint This that pimp shit, I make her never fall in love again Ballin' on these hoes, but I ain't keepin' score You know my game go, I'm talkin' all pro Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Lamb chop, rockin' Forgiato rims, though (Though) Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho (Ho) My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick, though (Though) I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the— Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Cole pimp got them panties droppin', got them panties droppin' I could change her life, so don't act like I ain't got no options All of them niggas is microscopic compared to a real pimp Hot-headed or cold-blooded or warm-hearted, they still simp Hoes be makin' mad attempts to fuck up a nigga's dough 'Cause they only wanna get rich quick, so they ride on the back of my coat, ayy Twerkin' and poppin', head bobbin', soon as she drop it, she do it, no hands Like she was ridin' a bike, my bitch ain't bi, but she cold be on command Top-notch hoes get the most out the list, uh I'ma get the bag like a top dog finesser Money talkin' to me like, "Hey, Alexa" Tell me what's the reason for this pimp to get me mad for (Yeah) Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Lamb chop, rockin' Forgiato rims, though (Though) Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho (Ho) My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick, though (Though) I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the— Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere From Letras Mania