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Yeah My man Woo, look I said my man, my man, he love me He always tote that Glock when he sellin' weed I said my man, my man, he love me He always tote that Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock And he say, "Yo," and I say, "What's up?" (What's up?) And he be like, "Baby, you wanna ride with me?" (Ride with me) And I say, "Yes" (Yeah), he text he finna pull up (Pull up) He pass me the blick with the stick in case y'all wanna try this shit, bitch My man He skinny with a check, ten toes down 'bout that bitch My man Even though y'all got a kid, that's my man, don't forget My man That tattoo on his neck always make this pussy wet My man I said my man, my man, my man, my man Had the same clothes on for three days, ran up thirty bands I can't believe I fell in love, I met him on a two-man We be ridin' in her car, she steady keep callin' He a good stepdaddy, my man, my man, my gentleman Letras de cancionesBitch, you postin' on his page and he don't even fuck with you You said that y'all live together, but he don't even wake up to you He leave you in the house while we ridin' through the city You can catch me on the Westside, I might be Silk Fuck your ex, fuck your first love, fuck your next 'Cause if they go tote that FN and sell them bricks I love when we layin' down and I'm layin' on your chest (Uh-huh) Now go'n and pop that Perc' 30, that's when you do it the best I said my man, my man, he love me (He love me) He always tote that Glock when he sellin' weed I said my man, my man, he love me He always tote that Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock And he say, "Yo" Me and your baby daddy (Your daddy), we go out every weekend You just a mad ho, that's why you steady tweetin' I tell him 'bout my business, he tell me about his plays Ain't stuntin' no other niggas 'cause this one, yeah, he stupid paid Roll up, smoke two blunts, we go for lunch and then we ride around (Ride around) He sayin' he still hungry, right in the back and then he lay me down Catch us on the Eastside doin' a hundred in a forty-five (Let's go) Racin' on the highway with his partners, it's time to roll again He playin' in his music, he can't rap, but I'ma support my man (Go, bae) You worried about me, when he with me, he don't even claim the kid He say you know he got a new bitch, heard you tryna split my wig I know you found my grandma, she keep sayin' that I might know you (Weirdo) Don't diss me 'bout no dick, lil' bitch, 'cause I'ma have to show you (What's up?) You only diss me when you at home where you feel most comfortable (Scary) When you in public, keep that rah-rah shit to a minimal (You quiet) I'm chillin' with your BD watchin' TV, we ain't gotta fuck (We chill) He say, "I'm with Rich Homie, so you better watch what you say" We only got four words for broke-ass hoes, bitch, bitch, you're laced Okay, lil' bitch, bitch, bitch, you're laced Bitch, bitch, you're laced I said my man, my man, he love me (He love me) He always tote that Glock when he sellin' weed (Westside) I said my man, my man, he love me He always tote that Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock And he say, "Yo," and I say, "What's up?" And he be like, "Baby, you wanna ride with me?" (By me) And I say, "Yes" (Yeah), he text he finna pull up He pass me the blick with the stick in case y'all wanna try this shit, bitch From Letras Mania