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Pour up the drink then Walk 'round the window 'til you make the car spin The bitch got a large Benz, she deep in that water that got a shark fin She work when they parkin', he high on that tony, that bitch tryna hawk him I'm rockin' that Rock [?] This chain on my neck could lift up a whole gym Why buddy say that he pimpin' when he got a master bedroom at his grannies It ain't no way you out here sellin' panties, just 'bout that bullshit, car from your auntie You don't understand me, or words in these streets, I don't care 'bout no grammys Park on the beach and the Rolls Royce is sandy Probably stay out in Houston but more in Miami Pimpin' Street Fighter, Chun-Li in the Camry Know that I'm like that The bitch writin' me, I don't write back She tryna eat me for a light snack But I'm tryna charge her them green bags Yeah it's okay that that ass fat Face and that waist snatched but I done had that If she ain't puttin' cash in a trap sack Then why she textin' me, I won't text back Ho I'm like that Ho I'm like that Yeah I'm like that Ho I'm like that SongtexteI ain't like none of these suckers, they lookin' for duckies Pop out at the show, this ho think that we fuckin' I'm just tryna see how these push ups been pumpin' Splash on a baddie, treat her like she nothin' But bread in the oven if she don't bring somethin' Bring me a watch, a chain, a muffin You with that nigga all day for nothin'? Out on the yacht gettin' drunk on bubbly but can't buy a dress it's Gucci on Sunday Gucci is cheap, ain't really no money Drum on the glizzy, frrt, a hundred Stand on my business, my ankles start thumpin' Bike poppin' wheelies Might my hurt my Achilles I'm drippin so silly It really be funny Walow and Gilly My gang worth a milly Still ain't signed a dealy I been gettin' money Sauce spend the [?] we duckin' Talk to the doctor and told him to tuck it Sauce got the movement and we not truckin' Playin' the sports them sticks out the white van Know that I'm like that The bitch writin' me, I don't write back She tryna eat me for a light snack But I'm tryna charge her them green bags Yeah it's okay that that ass fat Face and that waist snatched but I done had that If she ain't puttin' cash in a trap sack Then why she textin' me, I won't text back Ho I'm like that Ho I'm like that Yeah I'm like that Ho I'm like that Aus Songtexte Mania