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(Hit-Boy on the beat so bitch you gotta go berserk) If you gon' throw that ass, bitch throw it If you ain't gon' squeeze, don't tote it You the type to get a bag, then blow it I'm the type to get a bag, then grow it If you ain't smoking cook, you ain't loaded You know I keep a stick, see it poking I've been trying to fuck and you know it (Uh) So go and bust it open, let it go hit bitch Your last nigga wasn't with it, baby I'm it Fifty thousand on my watch, but it's timeless Already know what it was, you can't buy any I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me I'm in and out on the road Your VVS, it might go Ain't gotta tell you it, you know Hunnids on me, they can't fold Yeah, and they can't fold Suckas round, so I gotta keep that cake close We applying all this pressure, nigga it ain't no Young nigga getting money, nigga already know Mac eleven, fuck around and let Klay go Bounce out, spread the cake, till her face gone SongtextePut a bag on your head, it won't take long If the court ain't got no witness, then the case gone Let me get that pussy wet, it won't take long Make the niggas know my name, like I'm Trey Songz If it ain't real crisp, we act thing long And if your ass ain't finna ride, bitch stay gone Your last nigga wasn't with it, baby I'm it Fifty thousand on my watch, but it's timeless Already know what it was, you can't buy any I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me I'm in and out on the road Your VVS, it might go Ain't gotta tell you it, you know Hunnids on me, they can't fold Hunnids on me and they ain't folding I'm a boss, I give orders, what I say going Had to cut off who I love, just to stay focused Ain't no question 'bout that smoke, bitch, the gang want it Bitch, get your ass whipped Bro that bitch for everybody, that's a bad look Thirty shots up out that Glock, had your ass shook And any niggas speaking down, gon' get tagged up Hit her from the back, I'm your dad huh Niggas rapping about them guns, still ain't have one And I just sparked to your wood, still ain't passed one Why the house be in the house? 'Cause they ain't that dumb Bitch Your last nigga wasn't with it, baby I'm it Fifty thousand on my watch, but it's timeless Already know what it was, you can't buy any I know that you ain't got much, but make time for me I'm in and out on the road Your VVS, it might go Ain't gotta tell you it, you know Hunnids on me, they can't fold Aus Songtexte Mania