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Yo, babe, you love me? (Yes, I love you) You gon' ride for me? (Yes, baby) No matter what, right? (No matter what) You're my lil hitter You not gon' be my hitter? If I give you the, if I give you the Glock You gon' bust that shit? (Nah) Hello Let's go, baby, I fuckin' love you, baby, you heard You heard? (I love you too) Ay, ooh, she spicy yeah I like her and she like me too I think I'ma drop a check on her like Nike shoe I usually don't trick but, shit, I got a trick for you I'm usually a hoe, but, girl, I got this dick for you And I don't have a boo 'cause I think I was meant for you And I just bought a Cooper coupe that's only meant for two My niggas in that foreign right behind me, ay We fucking up the highway like a high speed chase Blew fifty at the mall like it's my B-day But it's just a regular ordinary weekday SongtexteOoh, that's a bad bitch You can tell she eat her collard greens and cat fish I'm trying to make your daughter cry, sorry miss Jackson I wear that pussy on my face like it's in fashion Ooh she said I'm nasty Baby, I just need a rider like a taxi And if your ex is the disease then im the vaccine Blowing bags, popping tags, we a tag team And we fucking up a foreign going max speed Shopping bags tipping over in the backseat Coffee on the seats, engine got that caffeine And you bitches couldn't have me even if she didn't have me Ay, and I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta She the trillest of the the trillest, yeah Ay, yeah, she my bottom bitch But when I need it, just like seasonin', she on top of shit Know how to treat her, she a keeper, man, that's common sense And, yeah, she fine, I call her mine, it's an accomplishment She hot like Mexico, won't ever let her go She my little lightning bug, man, I just let her glow And she get what she want, can't ever tell her no She my little spoiled bitch, she got that boiled drip She don't follow other rappers, that's that loyal shit Tell them niggas it's a wrap like on some foil shit 'Cause this Glock will get you steaming on some boil shit I'm a thug, she a thug from the mud out the soil, bitch Ay, and I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta She the realest of the realest, man, I don't need my niggas I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta I don't need my niggas 'cause my girlfriend is my hitta She the trillest of the the trillest Aus Songtexte Mania