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Oodaredevil
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You better quit playing like you don't know what it is
Give a fuck what you talking about ill pop out with sigs
I aint tryna fuck baby im tryna get the lid
Imma push up scoot up in a amg Benz
If she bring two rubber she bringing two friends
Ion know what you talking about it aint' dividends
Imma fuck on his mama his sister his kin
If he owe me some money im spinning a bin
Dirty money my pocket I throw it in a bin
Pull up with that boom bada bing where your friend
Aint with the chit chat aim at your chin
Pop a pill like a tic tac at it again
I see the twelve coming im hoping the fence
He got catier frames im tryna aim at his lens
It aint shit on my body tense up when its tense
I got bitches on my right
Bitches on my right and
Bitches on my left bitches on my left
Im still wiping my nose what the fuck is that smell
Drip on my body your shit looking steal
Feel just like Nelly this shit hot as hell
Yes get out and ran it
Sex go grab my cammy
I make her hide the three eight in her panties
I spin in again I dont care about the laws
I aint tryna hear you talk if dick aint in your jaws
I aint cuffing the bitch im denying her calls
Dallas bitch eat the dick like some chicken from halls
Got this thirty on me but you'll still catch the paws
Got this stick in the party im Finna hug the wall
Twelve asking me questions I dont know nothing at all
Give a fuck what you did im trying to see what you bought
Got a bitch for new orleans she biggity bounce
I need a bitch just like supahbadd
Like sucking dick and like shaking ass
Im looking like Pluto like where you at
You better quit playing like you dont' know what it is
Give a fuck what you talking about ill pop out with sigs
I aint tryna fuck baby im tryna get the lid
Imma push up scoot up in a amg Benz
If she bring two rubber she bringing two friends
Ion know what you talking about it aint' dividends
Imma fuck on his mama his sister his kin
If he owe me some money im spinning a bin
Dirty money my pocket I throw it in a bin
Pull up with that boom bada bing where your friend
Aint with the chit chat aim at your chin
Pop a pill like a tic tac at it again
I see the twelve coming im hoping the fence
He got catier frames im tryna aim at his lens
It aint shit on my body tense up when its tense