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I don't like bitch ass niggas who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (Yeah) Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (Let's do it) I'm the type to show one of these niggas he ain't who he think he is, a nigga sweet (Yeah) I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat, nigga Do my lil' dance, Glock on my waist I'm one of them, not finna play I like a bitch that don't fuck with you niggas She want you niggas get out of her face Deebo that nigga, he got in his place Cheat on that nigga can't handle his bae She will come herе for the man in the way I got that yeah in my hand еvery day At the red light with my hand on the Drac' It is what it is like Cam'ron and Mase Her attitude givin' that she really don't fuck with you niggas Baby girl damn near is gay Cybertruck outside standin' in the way (Yeah) Poppin' my shit with my fans I be out this bitch poppin' my shit with my fans I appreciate them like I'm right there with them every day (Woo) I waved around my left hand I showed them twenty percent of the shit I can do While I studied the game like a rookie The whole fuckin' time, I still had my right hand on the play Baby done playin', the man on the way Letras de cancionesDobbin' your shit, put your hand on my face Hop out and help me, just stand over there Parkin' the Phantom, it damn near no space I shouldn't even drove it, I left it in front of the store By myself, they know he ain't no ho I fuck around and don't even lock the door, yeah Step on these niggas, bitch, it'll be shame on me, I'll stand on their throat, yeah Come sex with a nigga if you put that thang on me, they don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know (Shh) They don't even gotta know (Yeah) They don't even gotta know (Yeah) They don't even gotta know (Yeah) That's my Baby They don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know Yeah, ride with me, baby, put your hand on my dick Hop out the Benz' with my hand on my blick One thing about it, I move how I move I can't be havin' your hands on my mits I'ma be right here, man on all ten Y'all niggas' bitches, don't stand up for shits Y'all the type niggas to hang with your friends And talk about niggas, that ain't what this is Man, fuck all them niggas, ayy, listen, my bae Come here, tryna get in your face, in your rear (Come here) They ain't got me no pape', then no deal I be out on the lake at the crib Army niggas, I pay to patrol Plenty rounds when I leave out the door Zip your mouth, you won't be my lil' ho Simmer down, they, they don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know (Shh) They don't even gotta know (Yeah) They don't even gotta know (Yeah) They don't even gotta know (Yeah) That's my Baby They don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know They don't even gotta know I don't like bitch ass niggas who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (Yeah) Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (Let's do it) I'm the type to show one of these niggas he ain't who he think he is, a nigga sweet (Yeah) I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat, nigga From Letras Mania