LYRICS
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[Chorus]I turned to an addict, I bought me a PatekI bought her a baby oneYeah, I brought me a Maybach, it came with two doors[Próxima Parte]Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (For sure)I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbageWhile makin' my lady cum (Yeah)I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUSThat's why I be racin' 'em (BRABUS)Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for warYeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Go get it)Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war[Verse 1]I got static in my city, who fuckin' with me?Pull up with this 30 and this chopper hold a fiftyMan, I heard that nigga Mickey, that's too riskyMan, we spray his car, spray his window, icky, ickyShe keep suckin' on my dick, tryna get a hickey, hickeyGirl, I swear that pussy too wet, sticky, stickyI kicked her right out of the front door, I'm picky, pickyYeah, and every time she go to call my phone,I'm busy, busy (Yeah, yeah, hello, hello? Hello?)I heard it's some niggas that's on my head (Brr)I heard it's some niggas that want my breadOh my GodY'all niggas better chill before y'all all be dead (Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah)Whole lot of, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of, whole lot of medsYeah, whole lot of, whole lot of clothes, niggas be stealin' my swag (Hold up)Whole lot of, whole lot of emeralds, please tuck your baguettesYeah, whole lot of, whole lot of red rubies on my neckUzi, it came with a TECThe brick, that came with a vetI can teach you how to flex (Yes)The Draco, it came with a vestThe condo, it came with a pit (Yeah)My new bitch, she came with some neck (Yeah)Man, these boys ain't believe meUntil I pulled up and my neck was on squeegee (Woah)Man, these boys ain't believe meThey thought I believed in the devil like ouijaMan, these boys ain't believe meA real rockstar, Chrome Heart on my beanie (Yeah)I swear these boys cannot see meThat's why I be livin' my life like I'm StevieWake up, Versace my bitchI got on that Tisci, I eat fettuccine[Chorus][Próxima Parte]Yeah, that's the Mercedes one (Let's go)I stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbageWhile makin' my lady cum (Stay with the baddest)[Refrão]I bought a G-Wagen, that shit was the BRABUSThat's why I be racin' 'em (I bought a G-Wagen)Yeah, we bought the four-door, had to get ready for war (Yeah)[Próxima Parte]I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (No cap)I had to count my money on the ironing boardI just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores[Verse 2]I had to get all my niggas off bond, I had to get 'em off holding (Yeah)I had to take 12 right on the mile, drive it like my van was stolen (Skrrt, skrrt)It sing like my birthday, brand new'Cause I'm only known just to floor it (Brand new)Yeah, I just know they be watchin' itYeah, I just, yeah, I just know they be watchin' itAll these hoes love meI am such a slimy guy, nigga, do not trust meBaby, I'ma bust you way before you bust meYou shouldn't have trusted me, girl, you got off lucky (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)If it's beef, don't partakeNo, I do not eat steak (Yeah)All I eat is fish platesMy diamonds so cold, in the freezer, my wrist beSomewhere in the hills, prolly where my bitch staySwitchin' my crib and you know I'm gon' switch states (Yeah)I made a million, yeah, off a mixtapeI made a million, yeah, off a mixtape[Chorus][Próxima Parte]Yeah, that's the Mercedes oneI stay with the baddest, I'm countin' the cabbageWhile makin' my lady cum (I stay with the baddest)[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]I ain't fuck a bitch in so long, I'd do it in a Honda Accord (Woah)I had to count my money on the ironing board (Yeah)I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores (Store)[Outro]Fucked behind the storesYou know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the stores (Sure)You know that I gotta keep it real, fucked behind the storesYeah, count up a half a mil' up behind the storeYeah, she gone off that molly like she ain't never take a pill beforeYou act like you tough like your homie ain't ever get killed before
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