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Yeah, Fatt Yeah, yeah Yeah (Fatt) I'm in Houston like the Rockets Fire in my pocket, I made it up out of my city She want her nails polished, shit, I want molly, so we both feel somethin' different Yeah, she want Dior and Prada, but I don't know where this lil' bitch been But I'm probably still gon' buy it for her (On God) I ain't even trippin', I'm gettin' it (Yeah) Yeah, we still gettin' rich We still gettin' chicken and my opps still broke and still be dissin' (Dissin') I don't need no ho like I need my blick Where the hell you been? I still be missin' you I want you here and you still be distant Anytime you time, you can always visit Got the 45 Glock with the 45 clip Nigga, last night I fucked like four, five bitches Yeah, when I leave from you I hope you remember you'll never ever see another nigga like me I just know that you lyin', still won't say shit, I'ma sit back, laugh and sip my Tris Everybody want my ho, you can fuck my bitch I'ma get his ass gone if he make my list (On God) In a brand-new town with a brand-new bitch (On God) I'ma still cook up in a brand-new kitchen (You bitchin') Letras de canciones I'm in Houston like the Rockets Fire in my pocket, I made it up out of my city She want her nails polished, shit, I want molly, so we both feel somethin' different Yeah, she want Dior and Prada, but I don't know where this lil' bitch been But I'm probably still gon' buy it for her (On God), I ain't even trippin', I'm gettin' it (Yeah) Yeah, we still gettin' rich, we still gettin' chicken and my opps still broke and still be dissin' (Dissin') I don't need no ho like I need my blick (Ooh), where the hell you been? I still be missin' you (Oh, yeah, yeah, missin' you) I want you here and you still be distant, anytime you'll time, you can always visit Got the 45 Glock with the 45 clip (Oh, oh) Nigga, last night I fucked like four, five bitches (Ooh, ooh) Can't be mad at these fan-ass hoes, lil' baby, they just wanna take a picture (Take a picture) You get mad when I pop my Percs I get mad when you down your liquor (Down your liquor) They gon' hate on me 'cause I'm the one that made it out for real (Yeah) Youngin the one that ain't fuckin' around Stack in my hand like I caught in that jam, damn Ooh, I like these drugs because it always get me in that mood You know these bitches ain't fuckin' with you God got me, I don't think I can lose (Think I can lose) He got shot in his ass, and he fell on the ground If he get back up, then we chasin' him down (Chase him) I remember they tried to play me like a clown like, woah, woah Money on my mind, that's just all I know (Know) I'm on a whole different level than niggas, I think I'ma go (Go) We got the drop, know I'm bendin' the lo' It's the summer but all of this ice got me cold In my business like why the fuck you bein' nosy? I don't like that, put the Drac' to his nose Takin' all these party drugs I swear I do not feel nothin' (Swear I do not feel nothin') Geekin' up for hours, them crackers, they don't want the real one (They don't want the real one) One Like, woah, woah From Letras Mania