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Yo', Luyo, put that up one time Luyo (Huh) Yeah, quiere Henny con la copa (Yeah) Yeah, ella es mala y juiciosa (Yeah) Yeah, mira el humo como flota (Huh) Yeah, me da el humo con la boca (Yeah) Yeah ¿Cómo lo hace? ¿Cómo lo hace? Yo no sé (Yeah, yeah) Tiene un culo que parece que e' 3D (Yeah) Que rebota de la cama a la pared (Ey) Quiere que yo le de con el infrared (Skrrt) Lo tira pa' atrá', Denisse Le gusta mi trap, magnifico (Yeah) Sé que me quiere amarra', difícil (Ey) A mí me gusta fumar, como Wiz (Wuh) Jack Frost my wrist (Ey) Tú no tiene' grasa (Yeah) like this Soy un rockstar, como Kiss (Kiss) Yo nací un boss, no cap Ere' mía y tú lo sabe', bae Ere' mía y tú lo sabe', bae Confío en ti, bebé SongtexteConfío en ti, bebé Yeah, quiere Henny con la copa (Yeah) Yeah, ella es mala y juiciosa (Yeah) Yeah, mira el humo como flota (Huh) Yeah, me da el humo con la boca Yeah She want the Loui' and coca, upgraded to the 42 (Yeah) She dancin' on the wrist, watch the drip, shit, ain't waterproof (No) Bitch, you late with the dumbs texts, better pick up when I'm callin' (Pick up, pick up) Friends can't, trynna run a plate, had to re-run like an audible, yeah (Yeah) And did you see that I ain't got a roof? (No) Not my bitch, so why would I lie to you? (Why?) You've should know that anything possible (Shit) Fuck with your vibe and then we can go shoppickle Hop on the jet, we land on the sand, damn Fuck and nut, then I take you shopping too Yeah, Chanel, Dior, depends, damn But you look good in the Prada too (Let's go), yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Can't get ahead of yourself I really wonder what you say to yourself You got me thinkin' like: "Maybe I help" You think about me, you should play with yourself I'm hittin' spots that you've never could fill You know the difference, baby, know that is real The back hit like I just got a deal (Ah) The crazy part, I ain't even got a deal (No, no, no) And I still turn that on, I got that off me (Still) And she leave my side, then she know that she gon' suffer (Yeah-yeah-yeah) She know that ain't nothing from me that kick her out of Boston (No, it ain't nothing) But mixing all this licor only gon' make it harder Yeah, she like Henny with the cup Yeah, she be throwing to the most Yeah, she be all up in my door Yeah, she like: "What up with no tours?" Yeah Jack Frost my wrist Tú no tiene' grasa like this Soy un rockstar, como Kiss And I still turn that on, I got that off me (Still) And she leave my side, then she know that she gon' suffer (Yeah-yeah-yeah) She know that ain't nothing from me that kick her out of Boston (No, it ain't nothing) But mixing all this licor only gon' make it harder Aus Songtexte Mania