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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Bitch I'm sippin' on lean and cracking the seals
Cartier glasses they sit on my ear
Don't do it for fashion, I do it for me
You don't want no action please do not come near
That boy he a bitch, he move like a queer
Bottega Veneta I don't shop at Sears
I hit from the back she screaming like "yeah"
I just might throw all these racks in the air
Can't be in my circle, lil boy you a square
She saw me and got on all 4's like a chair
Ugh yea, yea, yea, yea

I run up dem racks as fast as I can
She gon' let me fuck, she know I'm the man
Bitch talking to much I told her to can it
I nut in that hoe I feel like Nick Cannon
I'm high as a bitch and I don't feel like landin'
I just wan' ball wit my bro like I'm Manning
I'm talking my shit, hope you understand it
Keep it on my hip, just like a fanny
She got on her knees and she blew like a fany
She said she love percocet and the xanny's
These niggas turn bitch just like a tranny
She swallow my kids, she swallow my family
She throwin' that ass, you know ima slap it
I kill that hoe and you niggas turn maggots
You could get smoked just like some grabba
Dick in her throat you know she gon' swallow
I just took off "naskar apollo"
If I take the lead you know they gon' follow
Smoke my lil weed ain't coppin' no bottles
Money stack tall, you short as a toddler
I think they mad cuz I just been ballin'
I think they mad cuz I'm gettin' guala
Nigga you hatin' and you need to stop it
I got the drugs out in the tropics
Had to connect wit the bitch like a socket
You could get stabbed, the blick in my pocket
Catch me in Houston, I ball like a rocket
Now that I'm up, I peep how they flockin'
Yuhh
Yuhh



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Writer(s): Nelson Matias
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