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I'm the one knocking Don't get in without your blick Strictly top shotters, why you asking 'bout a bitch? Maybe one or two, she like, 'They be gettin' chipped' Why you still postin', bro, and you ain't gettin' back to shit? 16, I blew a quarter and I still ain't went broke I could tell you 'bout her shape before I tell you 'bout some dope I got hustle in my vein, now I sell your mom soap And they call me a hood trophy, I give ghetto kids hope I could blow this light twenty on your bitch, I ain't average Only hang with killers, she ain't with me 'less she savage Baby, what you want? Matter of fact, she got both If I'm like, 'Mami, what's your type'? , she said, 'Anything but broke' She like Prada on her feet, Chanel purse and long weaves If I take her for the weekend, boy, it's over, she won't leave Knock her up and double back, we don't let them boys give up Broke bitch actin' boujee, that's my biggest pet peeve Granny askin' what my truck for, I'm buildin' houses I don't serve it, if I do, best believe it ain't no ounces If I sign this for a ticket, not a couple hundred thousand So I'ma suck her for the plug, boy, just tell me where that route is Sneaky link, callin', bitch, you blowin' up my program Letras de cancionesShe know I don't judge, I be servin' Lindsay Lohan Every bad bitch in my city, I done had I don't tell him we into it, he gon' know it when he grab I don't do the typin', stop tellin' me we fuckin' Hit Collin, servin' Eddie, they be buyin' like I fronted My hippie love to work, I thought he was Danny Duncan Ain't feelin' how you suckin', bitch, you need to put your tongue in Water back, flow, told him get it while he can I don't push it on reserve, come through ready with your bands 80 on my wrist, throwin' bullets not no hands All my hoes be up in paper, I ain't fuckin' on no fans Don't get in without your blicks Strictly top shotters, why you askin' 'bout a bitch? Maybe one or two, she like to be gettin' chipped Why you still postin', bro, and you ain't gettin' back to shit? Ayy, man, hold on, hold on, hold on Cut the beat, run that shit back OTX, gang, gang, gang, I stand on business (Yeah) Lil' bro, he on go, I say the word and he go spend it (Spend it) How much for the pussy? What's the word? I'm finna spend it (Tryin') Tryin' not to cheat up on my bitch, but I'm so tempted (Oh, my God) He gon' shoot the clip until it click, it come back empty (Em-em-em) In the club, you gotta hold the blick 'cause I get tempted If you do it, do it right, don't catch you no attempted (No attempt-y) In the trenches with my pen to catch no attention, ayy (No attention, ayy) In the trenches with my chain on 'cause I ain't tuckin' shit Got these bitches showin' they thongs, they wanna fuck and shit (Bro) I ain't wanna rap, when I was young, I wanted hundred bricks (Bro) Ballin' way too hard up in the trap, we got a hunnid sticks Everybody wanna rap like me, I got a hunnid kids Nigga say they trap like me, but don't know what a onion is (No) 'Cause I don't care 'bout the amenitie', where the oven is? Fiends lined up like McDonald's, they say they lovin' it (D-D-D-D-D-D) D-Diego From Letras Mania