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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoBitch Yeah
(Timmy Da HitMan)Huh, what?What? What? What? What? What?What? What?What's crackin'? What? (What?)Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitchYeah, that my blood (That my blood)I got all Fives 'round this bitchThese hoes wan' fuck, these niggascan't fuck with none of us in this bitchI'ma hit at your clique with the stick (Baow)Make me turn your lil' boys to a lick (A lick)I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phoneToo much swag, stylist comeI try on clothes inside of my homePut yo' bitch in VLoneBitch, play what you please long as you don't put no QC onBitch, I make you bleed, hoBitch, I know I bleed, hoBang a red flag, big B, ho (Hell, yeah)Bitch, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah)Come on, suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shitCome get it, got to whip itKnow I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitchMolly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a thottie wit' a badass bodyI don't play that shit, I keep that chopperI might buy me a MasеratiShoot that drum at that bitch, it's a thottie'Fore I give you my shit, you know I'ma pop itBitch, givе me yo' soul, give me yo' bodySwag up, the bitch pop out for mamaI get high in this bitch, on soulI'm so high in this bitch, I'm goneI might make her pack a nigga, bitch, come touch your toesStill'll make a R&B bitch come here and hand off her phoneGive a fuck 'bout how good she can sing, bitchget that phone, yeahBitch, get that phone, hoHuh, bitch, get that phone, yeah-yeahHuh, bitch, get that phone, hoBitch, get that phone, oh yeah-yeah-yeahMy brothers, they kick in that door (Yeah-yeah)I don't like that nigga, a ho (Yeah-yeah)I don't like that lil' boy's bitchI do not like my ho for to hear none of these songsLike when I breakin' her back to my songsMakin' these bitches take racks at homeClingy type of time you onBuy me clothes that fit me rightI don't know who fuckin' side you onI just know that this wrong and they real rightI ain't fuckin' on her at nightI ain't put money on yo' head, that's rightBang red, that blood, my thug, my FiveYou know slime could get this party hypeShootout, soon as I get outsideRudolph, beam on his nose and eyesChew-out, which one gon' eat me right?Geeky, lil' geek, I'm higher than high, uh-huhI'm a geek, I been geeked and I'm higher than high, bitchI get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online, bitch, yeahI can get out my words through this everytime (Bitch, yeah)Yeah, and this bitch is a geekwithout you on my side (Bitch, yeah)You not my slime, bitchdon't play with my money you know you might die(Bitch, yeah)I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides(Bitch, yeah)I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides(Bitch, yeah)I got more money than you lil' boysy'all some bitches (Bitch, yeah)I can't even drive and got more carsyour shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah)Know we make shit hype, pop out Rolls Royceon back got switches (Bitch, yeah)I don't give no fuck 'bout who a starI don't want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)
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