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All my bitches be bad, bad Couple thousand on my fit, this ain't your shit, these hoes ain't had that Leave out, talkin' my shit That ain't my bitch, these bitches be sad, sad Niggas got that bag, bag (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Got me sittin' here thinkin' like- Wanna make you my baby Vibe, make a nigga night crazy Bitches know I got paper I don't even really like sagin' Seen you at the right time Know you wanna have a nice time Wanna pull your phone out I don't even really like mine Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh Ayy, oh-oh-oh-oh Let me get that for you, talkin' to hеr, or you I can see you, go mama, fuck me on sight, arrival Big ting got silence, my bro, hе like violence Can't see, profilin', sit beside, co-pilot Give me that you, give me that we Give me that hype, can't see you no more Can't be fuckin' on you, then fuckin' on her SongtexteTell a bitch like "Hold on" Clip got thirty, and they put a perky on it Have a nigga all wide awake Wanna take you outside the state Bitches comin' outside today I can't never be around baby Vibe make a nigga wanna go crazy She know I got money, I don't like sagin' Uh, uh, uh Wanna make you my baby Vibe, make a nigga night crazy Bitches know I got paper I don't even really like sagin' Seen you at the right time Know you wanna have a nice time Wanna pull your phone out I don't even really like mine Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh Ayy, oh-oh-oh-oh Uh, ayy-yeah, yeah Go again Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah, uh Wanna make you my baby Vibe, make a nigga night crazy Bitches know I got paper I don't even really like sagin' Seen you at the right time Know you wanna have a nice time Wanna pull your phone out I don't even really like mine Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh Ayy, oh-oh-oh-oh Aus Songtexte Mania