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Uh, uh I want that Goyard, I want that Saint Laurent (That Saint Laurent) I want that bad bitch, she gon' suck it, yeah (Suck it, yeah) I want them niggas dead, yeah, go fuck 'em up, yeah [?] in her throat, woke up in a truck, yeah Let it pour, let it rain (Let it rain) She gon' fuck you for the fame (Yeah, yeah) I stayed down, I ain't change (Yeah, yeah) Fuck that ho, put it in her membrane We don't give a fuck, bang it 'til it pop (Yeah, yeah) Bitch want that Ruth Chris, said she tryna shop (Tryna shop) Got that ho on lock, had to shoot the shot Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it Niggas tryna put me in a box, I feel like Roddy If Chanel on that ho, let her go, she ain't my shawty How you mad? I was tryna let you know, I was being honest I was in my bag, told me, "Slide through," had to push up on it, yeah Drank that shit like medicine, that Gin herbal tonic, yeah Make that pussy mine, yeah, I love the way she be on it, yeah Ran this ho up on the X, I ain't stoppin' Ran this ho up on the drugs, I was off 'em Let it pour, let it rain (Let it pour, let it rain) Letras de cancionesShe gon' fuck you for the fame (Fuck you for the fame) I stayed down, I ain't change (Yeah, yeah) Fuck that ho, put it in her membrane We don't give a fuck (Yeah), bang it 'til it pop (Yeah) Bitch want that Ruth Chris, said she tryna shop (Shop) Got that ho on lock, had to shoot the shot Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it Fuck with us, 'bout to get back, brodie, drop it From Letras Mania