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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Drank mixed with cranberry Hoes in my Blackberry Hoes in my iPhone Hoes wherever I go Drank mixed with cranberry [x4] [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Drank mixed with cranberry Got a square bitch, she scary I took her to my hood [?] See the money, got sprung Blood ain't thicker than cum I'm fucking with my enemies sister Bust all in her tummy I ain't gonna brag about money Most you niggas broke I ain't gonna talk about bitches You ain't got no hoes [x2] I fuck your bitch without a condom Me, 3D and [?] sippin' [Hook] [Bridge:] SongtexteAnd now I'm leaning on your baby momma [x2] [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] I prefer the dome, being honest Baby girl at the honors I street smart and she a college girl That stayed down when I was grindin' Patron shots to the stomach Sprint race to the money Come party with a real nigga Right at my house, we clubbin' Right at my house, we fucking I play my Macbook then beat it from the back Come back to it I leave it where it's at I fly to the city cause I need it where I'm at I'm Westside with my name known Her chest out, she trained to go Boy tried to snatch my main ho Nigga try to match my bankroll like, "Whoa!" I done seen a lot of girls in the city act brand new and turn model Turn out, look on the internet, she was in a video doing porno She go, no stop, shout out to the girls that like on top For a young boy that made it from the bottom We live one life, so I'm drinking out the bottle like, "Oh!" [Hook] [Bridge] Aus Songtexte Mania