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(I hear you, JAY C) Yeah, my bitch bad, yeah, she got all the juice Like when they get money and a lil' attitude on her Whole lotta ass, baby, I know what to do with it She don't play around when she— yeah I got some shit to set the crowd back Whatever them niggas on, bitch, we on that Me in the house broke? I be where the pros at He want blood, fuck around, send a toe tag, I'm really on that Where you niggas poles at? We do not condone that Shе would love a nigga, got the AP or the Rolеx Some slimy niggas gotta ride 'round with both straps I was raised 'round the thugs, killers and the dope heads Try make a nigga get groovy like a slow jam If I ain't hit that ho, then guarantee my lil' bro did Uh, I'm paranoid, I'm clutchin' on my billy all in traffic I make a bitch disappear like I know magic I'm puttin' dick all in her ear, ain't got no manner Uh, I don't think this lil' bitch can hear me, baby, go faster Without no money, she gon' fuck me, ain't got no standards She did it on camera, baby, go bananas Uh, she bring up all my hoes, I swear I can't stand her I just flew one of my freaks out of Atlanta (Uh) I just popped another bean, bitch, I can't sleep Bitch, I know that pussy fire 'cause that face mean Letras de canciones Pretty bitch she so heavenly, send me to Jesus My bitch got a stink face like Queen Latifah Cash App the bitch fifteen hundred for no reason You niggas ain't scorin', I pull up and get the bleedin' shit I been so deep up in my bag, bought what I need, a bitch I just upgraded the mag', I know you see the clip Throw this bitch in sport mode, I bet she gon' be eatin' dick Nigga, this ain't Warzone, we really hoppin' out, squeezin' shit I be with the pros, I make money on my own time Got it on my own, learned the game from trappin' syrup lines Walked in with two hoes, thirty-two inches and they both mine I could give a fuck really who trippin', bitch, it's go time Niggas talkin' so fried, I think it's time to zip him up You niggas can't sit with us, 5K'll get you touched I'll send that blitz, that ain't shit, I still keep it tucked Worried 'bout your bitch on my dick, you gon' get her fucked She think she did her big one, I ain't even bust My heart been gone for so long, I ain't got no trust I hope your money long enough you wanna beef with us Got too much motion goin' on, no, I can't keep it up From Letras Mania