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I got young niggas that bust for me, fly girls that lust for me Valet pulling that truck for me, big 40's still tucked on me Red bottoms, red Jordan's Hopin' out and they cheer for me Dumb wippy, the little punts got one wish with a lot of ice on it One chick outta sight, bitch the bomb like dynamite She like girls that like girls, my one bitch, she not a dyke Wutchu call that? She got a man but he outta sight She bags bitches, I mean bad bitches That bad bitch's got fire tonight Count that up Start her up with that Polo tickin' Damn (what happened next?) Then she snapped when that Molly kicked in She couldn't wait just to swallow dickin' That's the girl, I mean she's a freak If you had to ask what was my description Picture nas-nasty girl (nasty girl) She trained to go (she trained to go) How you work that thing? Up and down the pole I'm a I'm a pack that thing (pack that thing) And let it blow (and let it blow) I te-te-tell 'er go girl, go home SongtexteYea bitch, throw that She learned the way to make 'er talk like that He geesses on the chain, all heavy gunners In the caddy ready blowin' purple silly, let it loose Gu-gu-gutter nigga, they know it Pussy poppin', she rollin' Bag the bitch, they had to blast the bitch So I could smash the bitch, now she open Got the baddest bitch deep throatin' Boy comes stack a whip and we blowin' Tiffin to the highest shit but not styly shit And all the master bitches be on it Come to glue droop me, they too thin Any nigga pottin' get 2-30 Cut the bullshit, I really do this I'm gonna chop their hearts 'til I boom off Get the nasty girl with that nasty I better bust 'er ass and she woo'd out She's top New York for my caddy And a thirsty ride, bitch cool out (Bitch cool out, bitch cool out) Aus Songtexte Mania