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If you a real bitch, throw that ass, ho (One-hundred percent Platinum, baby) You don't even pay 'em all, what they mad for? Crip late, bills paid, you a bad ho Stick your tongue out on a mad ho Came up 'cause I stayed down Smith & Wesson my waistline Bad bitch, she from H town, got a pretty face and her waist fine Get to it, don't waste time Play with the pussy, I don't FaceTime She graduated, got a great mind Bitch built different, ain't they kind Don't fuck around with the fake kind I was locked up, she stayed down Her pussy good like grape wine Make a young nigga say, "Ah" (Ah) In the front room, got her face down Stand up in it like eight rounds Let me slide in it like a playground Make a whole move it like 8 Mile (Uh) Pussy nigga, don't play 'round Can't fool me with no fake smile No laced blunt, it's straight line Ain't nan' nigga gon' take mines Big Dracos spit straight fire In the hood hangin' like a grapevine SongtexteSellin' straight dope in the daytime (Bah) When I eat the pussy, I'ma take time Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch) You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up) Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch) You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up) Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin') Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama) Where you get that bag? That shit gotta be designer (Ooh) She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang) Where you get that ass? Must've got it from yo' mama (Mama) Where you get that bag? That shit gotta be designer (Ooh) She ready to crash, my lil' shorty from the bottom Call her Timmy-Timmy Turner with that Verna like designer (Gang) Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch) You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up) Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' Bitch, throw that ass like you finally found a babysitter (Babysitter, bitch) You kicked that nigga out yo' house and you ain't playing wit' him Bitch, throw that ass like yo' baby daddy locked up (Locked up) Baby Glock in your purse, you gon' pop somethin' (Pop somethin') Aus Songtexte Mania