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Yuh, Lil bitch! You bitch Gling, gling gling (Cris Dinero) Ayy Phone, pick up the phone Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bitch I ball like Kobe I don't fuck with police Gas so green like Yoshi Runnin' to the money like Roshe Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig 3 gold rings on my Rosie Balmain pocket full of posies Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me Phone don't call for the police Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig (water, ayy ayy) Gold same color as roses My pockets are Pinocchio, poking And that's why she tryna give face to me like a goatee Hol' up, how do you know me? Bitch I ball like Kobe SongtexteI don't fuck with police Gas so green like Yoshi Runnin' to the money like Roshe Do you wanna dick bitch, hold it Runnin' on my shit like horsie Jewlery look so snowy And your money short just like Morty You the girl type on the lowkey I'm the mankind, Mick Foley Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia You came back to sip, but you so sleep Y'all niggas ain't on shit, bitch You was on IG with your stick Lookin' for a friend [?] Nigga now might just give me my cig Phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip Not that I ran that back in 2012 Put one in your head like a thot When I hit, she she said pause I sent her back like she gave you hell She gon' trade me half a nut Cumming on her lady lungs She made the dick stiffen up Swallow, so she hiccing up About to tell her toughen up When I'm in that shawty's guts [?] I'm styling, et cetera I am never letting up Like tomato ketchup Know you need to fess up I want a Tesla I'mma get a Tesla Numbers like professor Make her learn a lesson Then I never mess up Bitch I ball like Kobe I don't fuck with police Gas so green like Yoshi Runnin' to the money like Roshe Bitch I ball like Kobe I don't fuck with police Gas so green like Yoshi Runnin' to the money like Roshe Aus Songtexte Mania