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Hey, run back and up in there, take the black plug Woah, woah, woah, got me fucked up Every day another style, like baby flat, that's a choice (Ha) Duh, haha Smoke make me float, like a butterfly, skrrt, like a beamer She want to be mine, I told her "Got to be mine" For pussy, won't miss a poncho, beat the thing like a condom Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin' Just stay, not for long I mean, I might got some love in the back (Baby) But I only can rent it out (You see what I'm sayin'?) Or a lease, at least, it's me Ain't my mama fault the way I talk, I talk I don't pop beams, brown in the coffee cup I got my margin up and then I ran the margins up (I did) I'm gettin' green on top of cheese, bitch, my parse' up (I did) Lit the party up, told lil' baby to get some bottles She look like she tryin' to skedaddle, swear my lil' baby don't panic You pad my blunt back, canoe, you're fuckin' rude Before I lose my cool, baby, lose your shoes And keep it, the pad petroleum, that ass is true I'm glued, gorilla, nothin' but phobia Letras de cancionesOn my back, might top it over [?] break a landscape, a bag rake Got me and my mans on a drag race, enjoy the holy hand Like a butterfly, skrrt, like a beamer She want to be mine, I told her "Got to be mine" For pussy, won't miss a poncho, beat the thing like a condom Maybe in Nirvana, we can maybe be somethin' Just stay, stay, not for long I mean, I might got some love in the back But I only can rent it out (You see what I'm sayin'?) Or a lease, at least, it's me What if I told you? (Baby) Was it the only? You was the go-to (See) You really want me You know, y'all was thoughtful Nigga was hungry You was the go-to You really What if I told you? (Ooh, baby) Was it the only? You was the go-to (See) You really want me (Then leave me) You know, y'all was thoughtful (Sweet potato) From Letras Mania