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(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up) (Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it) Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me (Yeah, yeah) Can't go out like no Ricky You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy (Yeah, uh) You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats Got niggas runnin' laps If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax (Okay, okay, okay, okay) We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah Bitch breaker, block bender, I'm the don, bitch (Yeah) Slapped the ho, she had the nerve to try and play some opp shit (Yeah) Saucy nigga, bitch, I'm flyer than a cockpit (Okay) Bitch be on a blade and still a bum, go get a job, bitch (Yeah, yeah) Disrespectful, some would say I need my ass whooped Fuckin', but y'all both ain't got no chicken, that's a bad look Ayy, all that flashin' in that camera, get your slam took You can't call me broke, I got more paper than a math book Hard-headed, popped P80, then it jammed up (Yeah) Stank bitch, ain't got no chicken for me, baby, back up (Uh) Lost three niggas back to back, they havin' bad luck Poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up Letras de cancionesNigga (What?) I said, poppin' it, bitch, if you feel a way, go pick your mans up Yeah, yeah (Stupid-ass nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, hands down, bitch, I'm the hottest in the city Throwin' fits about that bitch, then come get with me Can't go out like no Ricky You lose 'em how you get 'em, ain't no biggie Bag a ten, fuck the bitch then feed her Wendy's, yeah, ayy You could call me Mr, Leave-Her-Where-She-At Bitch, I'm a dog, but I ain't with the chasin' cats Got niggas runnin' laps If you ain't got no bag, then bitch, relax We been spankin' ass for real, bitch you could ask, yeah, yeah Ayy, all this shit been new to me, bitch, I was broke, broke (Yeah, please) You don't think I keep it on my lap, then you on dope, dope (What? What? What?) Cocky nigga, got the trenches in a chokehold (On my mama) Tried to get away, we ran him down, he was a slowpoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hot shit'll leave a goofy nigga froze up Boxed him in and sliced his ass in half, now he a cold cut (Uh, okay) Janky Bimmer, bitch, I'm sliding hittin' donuts (Yeah) Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked Nigga I said, Johnnies get behind me, thank the Lord ain't had a pole tucked Nigga, dead homies Nigga, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania