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(Ooh, 27CLUB) Alright, gang, lets really nail it this time, here we go A-one, a-two A-one, two, three, four Uh, okay, okay They callin' me a bully how I'm on these niggas' necks Creepin' through the night, I'm on they block with Nike Tech and sweats Baby sent the drop, I grabbed my Glock and said, "I got the rest" If I send a blitz, my doggy catch him like we playin' fetch Yeah, yeah, if he spark the funk, then we gon' get the job done Trust me, brother, you are not no stepper 'til you pop somethin' You drivin' down a blade and starin', bitch, I'ma tryna knock one Postin' blick like we still ain't gon' slide, that shit ain't gon' stop nothin' Exotic suckers in my 'Wood, it make me levitate Bitch, you outta pocket, sellin' coochie when you know it stank Bought the ho some hair and pair of heels, but that was pocket change Ayy, ayy, that was a light bag Baby, toot that shit up one more time, I kinda like that Slap the shit up out him, didn't your mama tell you fight back? Push up on his ass and leave him flattened like an iPad Remember days when I was clockin' dollars off of dime bags Yeah, bitch, but I'm a trophy now Think I might just give this bitch the world if baby hold me down If I like your post on Instagram, don't mean we homies now Don't jump inside these waters with no floaties, gon' for surely drown Letras de canciones Callin' me a bully how I'm on these niggas' necks Creepin' through the night, I'm on they block with Nike Tech and sweats Baby sent the drop, I grabbed my Glock and said, "I got the rest" If I send a blitz, my doggy catch him like we playin' fetch Yeah, yeah, if he spark the funk, then we gon' get the job done Trust me, brother, you are not no stepper 'til you pop somethin' You drivin' down a blade and starin', bitch, I'ma tryna knock one Postin' blick like we still ain't gon' slide, that shit ain't gon' stop nothin' Exotic suckers in my 'Wood, it make me levitate Bitch, you outta pocket, sellin' coochie when you know it stank Bought the ho some hair and pair of heels, but that was pocket change Ayy, ayy, that was a light bag (Ooh, 27CLUB) Baby, toot that shit up one more time, I kinda like that Slap the shit up out him, didn't your mama tell you fight back? Push up on his ass and leave him flattened like an iPad Remember days when I was clockin' dollars off of dime bags Yeah, ayy, I kinda miss that Lyin' through his teeth, so now he sleepin' where the fish at Sittin' comfortably, I cross my feet, come get some get-back Kissin' on that bitch, but I put dick where baby lips at Nigga, hold on 1500, though, bitch From Letras Mania