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Fuck it up yo baby daddy can't fuck wit us Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch You kno I'm fuckin wit yo friends I kno you fuckin wit my manz Throwin 4s fo da crips throwing bottles out da whip Headshot don't miss I need pros from yo bitch Bankrolls on da flo I need more I need more Get low lil whore ol lord ol lord (Yea I'm hot) it's 500 degrees on da block Mr cashed out crip I got blood on my kicks On hood tho betta put cho feelings in yo FN F him if he wanna fall in love like best friends Fell in love with you my little red bone two tone Can't go no where to wit out my boots on Say buckle up she buckle up cheap shoes Just fuck it up Just fuck it up for troops (BDE) Yea yea I'm from da hood but I fuck with da team Young rich ass nigga sippin hella codeine But I'm notta doffene bitch I still keep uh stick Rich nigga stay lit shouts out to yo bitch I ain't finna go broke wanna mansion and a tower Put respect on my name mo money mo power I fuck witchu just how you fuck wit me you kno I'm stuck with you You stuck with me just like I'm stuck wit you you bet not fall in love SongtexteFuck it up yo baby daddy can't fuck wit us Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch You kno I'm fuckin wit yo friends I kno you fuckin wit my manz Throwin 4s fo da crips throwing bottles out da whip Headshot don't miss I need pros from yo bitch Bankrolls on da flo I need more I need more Get low lil whore ol lord ol lord Betta play dead muthafucka I'm all about my bread muthafucka How many niggas in you circle How many bitches that chu fuckin and you knowing they'll set you up Give all my money to my baby nigga Give uh fuck about no baby sitta Too much money I can't fit inside my pocket Too much money I can't fold inside dis wallet hood Bitch I'm back in action and I'm on Rich nigga put da hood on Never fold never did da predicament I was in I guaranteed winner a natural born sinner My moma told me keep it on me when you in the hood But it's good I got it on me wish a nigga would And I it's 500 degrees on the block The bitches got they knees sweaten weaves on da block block block Fuck it up yo baby daddy can't fuck wit us Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch You kno I'm fuckin wit yo friends I kno you fuckin wit my manz Throwin 4s fo da crips throwing bottles out da whip Headshot don't miss I need pros from yo bitch Bankrolls on da flo I need more I need more Get low lil whore ol lord ol lord Aus Songtexte Mania