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Yeah Whippin' Ferrari, okay Whippin' Ferrari, I play with that pussy like it's an Atari, okay She caught me cheatin', I told her I'm too turnt, baby, I'm sorry, okay I'm in the Yaktown, I'm in the 3-1-3 with my Cartis, okay When I'm in London, I fuck on your woman She like how I keep it a hunnid Oh, you want smoke with me, nigga ain't running All the bluffing is getting redundant Nigga be acting like they want smoke with me, they don't want no smoke for real Nigga be acting like they want smoke with me, they don't want no smoke for real Been on my shit for a long ass time, all these new lit nigga look up to me I don't even know the bitch name, but she coming to the crib and she keep on touching me Greatness take a long time, when I get locked in, it ain't no rushing me Already came, but she wanna impress a nigga, she keep on suckin' me They talkin' my clout, they talkin' my chasing, I'm already poppin' Buss down the chain, the Audemar plain, got too many options I done already hit that ho, so I pass her to the homies like Stockton I don't check no price on no clothes, if I want that shit, I cop it I done had me a dream last night, I was selling out all the arenas Got the ice on in Dubai, might turn to a Aquafina She a yellow boned bad bitch with her own money, on God, I need her She a good girl and she not toxic, then I gotta breed her Gotta breed her Gotta put a baby inside that coochie Letras de cancionesShe a ten outta ten, then I'm hitting that raw, like some uncooked sushi By the way she walk, the way she talk, I can tell she boujee Walk around with a Birkin Hermès bag, she ain't wearing no Gucci Yeah Whippin' Ferrari, okay Whippin' Ferrari, I play with that pussy like it's an Atari, okay She caught me cheatin', I told her I'm too turnt, baby, I'm sorry, okay I'm in the Yaktown, I'm in the 3-1-3 with my Cartis, okay When I'm in London, I fuck on your woman She like how I keep it a hunnid Oh, you want smoke with me, nigga ain't running All the bluffing is getting redundant Nigga be acting like they want smoke with me, they don't want no smoke for real Nigga be acting like they want smoke with me, they don't want no smoke for real Nigga be acting like they got a problem, I'm pulling up like it was smoke for real Rockin' Rick Owens from top to bottom, you little nigga ain't even close to trim Young Gunna Wunna, the top don dada, I'm calling the play and control the field Stackin' these racks by the enchilada, I'm working then bringing back home the meal Forged the tires, okay Betting in Vegas, I'm staying at Fountain Bleu, she at the Aria She at the Aria Yo' bitch let me borrow, okay Won't see me tomorrow Won't see me tomorrow I'm on some boss shit, got me a boss bitch, made her a star, okay Made her a star Raising the bar, okay Whippin' Ferrari Whippin' a puro, copping some euros, this a Ferrari This a Ferrari Life of the party, okay This some new Marni New Marni I got a blue print, pick up a blue strip Early in the morning Whippin' Ferrari Whippin' Ferrari Whippin' Ferrari Yeah Whippin' Ferrari, okay Whippin' Ferrari, I play with that pussy like it's an Atari, okay She caught me cheatin', I told her I'm too turnt, baby, I'm sorry, okay I'm in the Yaktown, I'm in the 3-1-3 with my Cartis, okay When I'm in London, I fuck on your woman She like how I keep it a hunnid Oh, you want smoke with me, nigga ain't running All the bluffing is getting redundant Nigga be acting like they want smoke with me, they don't want no smoke for real Nigga be acting like they want smoke with me, they don't want no smoke for real Whippin' Ferrari They don't want no smoke for real They don't want no smoke for real Whippin' Ferrari They don't want no smoke for real From Letras Mania