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How can I make you happy? Five, five hundred horses in my engine Six, six bitches all ridin' wit' me Seven, seven times that I flew out to hit her Stric-strictly for my riders, for my hitters, yeah I got forty-three hundred bitches, all of them talk shit and they expensive Bitches violate back while I'm shiftin', I put the GLK on a mission Took a IQ test, scored a million Yell at my bitch but she don't see the vision Got to give her a line and two periods I could turn anything in ten minutes Y'all niggas podcast, all talk I'm 'bout to monetize where y'all walk Pups can't come 'round me, all bark 'Cause I'm fin' show my fangs off I ain't tryin' to hear that fuck shit at all My ears gifted, Vincent van Gogh I hit her twice, stop and then I'm gone Like I'm tryin' to turn a laptop on Y'all hit a lap [?] wherever y'all rollin' Your bitch car the last car that you drove Y'all last case the last time you told So I don't wanna hear you put it on bro How you gon' lie on your mans for a dub Letras de cancionesHow you gon' hate from outside the club I put your bitch outside where you was I can see why y'all two fell in love I turned out to be what I was planning You turned out better as a mechanic I done turned three hoes down in one sentence Then hit all three, ooh the plot thickens Ain't no nigga living how I'm living Unbarred, uncensored, unrestricted I passed a bar of xan in 5 minutes And we did it wit' sticks, pill poppin' legend Let's go Five, five hundred horses in my engine Six, six bitches all ridin' wit' me Seven, seven times that I flew out to hit her Stric-strictly for my riders, for my hitters, yeah I, I done took 'bout three hoes out the trenches My, my bitch still on me cause I'm the realest Blind, make sure they can't see whenever I'm steppin' Got a fine, they ain't tow your car they towed your rental From Letras Mania