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Fecha de emisión: 10.12.2020
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Bebe 2 |
Jimmy, whatever the fuck you sold me, this shit hittin', dude, God |
Ayy |
She say, «Why you want my money, Marc? You rich already» (So?) |
Opps say we never in they hood (Where?), the cemetery? (Haha) |
Niggas straight-up pussy (Soft), like missionary |
No words, straight drawin' pistols (Baow), like Pictionary |
Chauffeur, tinted windows, the pistol near me |
She don’t know I know she out here hoein', I’m hip already |
I want head forever, keep the pussy, all you bitches scare me |
Too friendly, lik my bitches mean like a dictionary (Lik my bitches bougie) |
I don’t sit around and play, I get to it |
She say if I leave her, she gon' kill herself, bitch, prove it (Uh-uh) |
Free J Willy, I promise I’ma keep this shit moving (My nigga) |
Got my mans behind that gate like home improvement |
Would send her, but she love fuckin' for free, bitch stupid (Dumb) |
Gave my mama ten for her birthday and she ran through it |
Here go another ten (Fuck it) |
Bro still hittin' 201s like he jumpin' in (Still jumpin') |
This bitch done fucked the whole gang, but mad I fucked her friend |
Nowadays, just want neck like a double chin (That's it) |
Drumline, I’m in the field like a hundred bands |
Big drum on that stick look like the number ten |
If I gotta teach you how to be loyal, then fuck a friend (Fuck 'em) |
Can’t teach loyalty, that shit gotta come from within |
Tuh, hmm |
These niggas got me off the cup again |
Yeah, line after line like I’m punchin' in |
Ayy, Bebe Kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy |
Got the drop, bro be lurkin' all the opps' page (Spin it) |
Boy, time tickin' like your watch fake |
When I say I’m spinnin' with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy |
Niggas hungry, can’t be lackin', check the crime rate (For real) |
You’ll get blew for some J’s like Beyoncé (Real fast) |
And I was down on my ass, now we beyond straight |
Successful 'cause I took a lot of risks and kept my faith |
Yeah, I like my bitches ratchet and rich |
Passin' fat 'Woods to me, that’s her assist |
Stayed loyal when I got it, I said that as a kid |
Once I notice certain flaws, I might never forgive |
Fell asleep last night gettin' head in the Benz |
Blowin' 'Woods by the pool, I’m just settlin' in |
On the dice, I’m a rapist, just hit seven again |
These niggas fanned out like it’s hot as hell in the crib |
Dick suckin' more than hoes, clique jumpin', switchin' bros |
Six hundred on my toes, pin on 'em, switch my pose |
T.I. brother, ATL, yeah, we get the biggest 'bows |
And we get them bitches gone, nigga, yeah |
Looked in the mirror like, «Ooh, I thought a rich nigga said somethin'» (Oh) |
Instantly she on my dick and I ain’t even said nothin' (Said shit) |
Big crib in the 'burbs, man, I feel like Craig cousin |
Duck duck goose emojis for her, she be head-huntin' (Ooh) |
Ride around with big sticks, the AR got a leg on it |
Put you to sleep underneath your mans like y’all bedbunkin' |
Big bag so a nigga picky, call me Fred Douglas |
Bottom of my shoes a different color like I’m grass cuttin', huh |
Nigga, naw, man, matter fact |
Knock on your door and get to choppin' shit like I’m grass cuttin' |
Dirty broke niggas throwin' shots, ain’t that somethin'? |
They need to throw you in the tub, Diary of a Black Woman, ayy |
Ayy, Bebe Kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy |
Got the drop, bro be lurkin' all the opps' page (Spin it) |
Boy, time tickin' like your watch fake |
When I say I’m spinnin' with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy |
Niggas hungry, can’t be lackin', check the crime rate (For real) |
You’ll get blew for some J’s like Beyoncé (Real fast) |
And I was down on my ass, now we beyond straight |
Successful 'cause I took a lot of risks and kept my faith |