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But they're the same, yeah (Pass that bitch to Guap) Lame, yeah It's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu Mix it with the— I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly? I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti And Brooklyn talkin' 'bout, "The food is fuckin' with my belly" I said (Damn) I need a platter I need a platter right now 'cause I'm madder Got a bad bitch, believe that she been lookin' badder (Ah) She eatin' good, so that booty gettin' fatter Said I'm like, "Mmm, yep, yes, sir" And they love the glasses on me, call me clever I'm a fly young nigga, fuck it up with leather Fuck it, maybe I can cuff her, but I can't arrest her Like Mizzy said, it's gettin' cold outside, let me get your number Let's hold it down 'til the next summer I ain't playin' with you, shorty, yeah, I'm on your bumper, bumper Sippin' on that Bumbu Letras de cancionesIt's gettin' cold outside, I might have to cuff up I thought I wanted her, but that was for summer I might have to grab that Casa', mix it with the Bumbu, Bumbu Mix it with the— I'm a big boy, why she keep on rubbin' on my belly? I got the peanut butter, mix it with the jelly And I got some sugar, I might put it in spaghetti From Letras Mania