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Play me some pimpin' mane Yeah mane, Ty what's good mane? On sight mane, when I see that bitch I'ma... Beat the pussy like I'm Joe Jackson Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that's the total package Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes 'Cause we wasted half a hour gettin' head in traffic Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashy In that thang soakin' wet, I forgot my jacket 720S McLaren, my shit go the fastest Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes New Versace denim, bought some with the Chain Reactions All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses Anything she want, anything she want She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch Who the hottest in the city? Who the hottest in the city? Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah) Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah ho) Ain't no nigga in this Did it like I did it (Yeah ho) Ain't no nigga in this Did it like I did it Who the nigga in the city? (Yeah ho) SongtexteWho the nigga in the city? (Yeah ho) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!) North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis, North Memphis SOS-ah, no panties under that dress-ah Nipple rings pokin' through the shirt, tats on her neck-ah Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wreck-ah Rich nigga better, come with a check-ah I might have to flex-ah, bust a Rollie on the bitch Promised her a Tesla, if she swallowed all the kids Bands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit Pussy stay wetter when it's on the raw dick Caught her ass lit at the club on that Peach Crown Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down Ritz-Carlton Hotel, them sheets need a squeeze-down Ass wide, got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down Hold it down, hold it down Hold it down, hold it down for real Yeah she gon' hold it down Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down for real Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me Yeah that ass fat and that monkey fat Let me smack that, what you lookin' at? Girl, that ass fat and that monkey fat Let me smack that, I'll have fun with that On sight, on sight, she know I need that On sight, on sight like where the beat at On sight, on sight I got that open lock Screamin' free Opree till they let him out Aus Songtexte Mania