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Honestly i ain't played nobody else album
I mean when yo album sound like mine
Who album could you play
This shit from the coldest river in Arkansas
Watch yo whoadie nigga
I fucking love you Rhyan (I Love You Too)

Esto lo que quieren
So le pongo más
Bag full money
This time you get popped
Buena puntería
Cómo chanclas
Ask you momma bitch
I couldn't been up fucking pops
Woah
Let me have a conversation with you
Let me tell you how it was for me
Westside til i die
But god knows what is good for me
Everybody on Za Za
But I don't smoke so why lie
I just tryna get my
Mullah dinero that dollah

Please don't piss me off today
There's too much on my nerves now
Thought he was a big dog
That niggas a bird now
They still kept that bread tho
The bread that we just threw out
Flew him to the river
Then i dropped him off at pound town
Pick you up at your next stop
Leave the crib and i diddy bop
Old money, or young money
I'll still make a bitch bedrock
Super bass when that speaker knock
Tell ya friend they can stop watchin'
Stand back
Cause I'm goin under
And I tell my nigga to stop watch it

They call me big pimpin'
Hear it when I'm talkin' baby uh
You go back and forth but there's one way I can take it uh
You say that you love me, can I get a demonstration uh
He go through your phone he gon see them options waitin'
Uh
I'm too fucking fine, to be fighting with yo family
Uh
Call my dick a present, you should say happy belated
Uh
I am not too faded, but I'm still so glad you made it
Uh
This is not that record but you still should go get naked

Backs up off the wall
Keep going until you fall
Til sweat drip down my balls
Til' whoadie give me a call
Stop screaming you want me naked
If you ain't never been chase with
No dollas, no yen, dinero
On top
I'm Eddie Guerrero
Baby
Back it up and dump it uh
Back it up and dump it on me
Back it up and dump it uh
Back it up and dump it on me
No matter where you are from
Colombia esta milan
Pa bajo como tu amiga
Cuz you know what she be on
She sippin' on pink whitney
Her friends
Matching with thongs
Thongs
You say they matching
Yeah bro
Yeah they matching
They kinda look like they twins
Or maybe they real good friends
That met
Way back in college
And graduated with honors
Okay
Clap it up and back it on me
Slow it down and wind it for me
Tongue out get nasty on me
Oh don't get fancy on me
Yo soy muy guapo baby
Fuck around and have my baby
Freakytona drive me crazy
I need it need it daily

They call me big pimpin'
Hear it when I'm talkin' baby uh
You go back and forth but there's one way I can take it uh
You say that you love me, can I get a demonstration uh
He go through your phone he gon see them options waitin'
Uh
I'm too fucking fine, to be fighting with yo family
Uh
Call my dick a present, you should say happy belated
Uh
I am not too faded, but I'm still so glad you made it
Uh
This is not that record but you still should go get naked



Credits
Writer(s): Rhyan Besco, Truls Dyrstad
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