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A-A-A Model, that shit final Frr, oh I did it again (I did it again) (Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz (Oh, oh) We pop at your man (Oh, oh) I'm throwin' a sin Pop at your man Pop at your butt Pop out the cut I'm havin' it on you Haters stick for real, hey, you big for real (Shit) I told him to steal for real, thinkin' I'm feelin' it I like my bitch like I like my purse, yeah All that shit bustin', I cop her a purse (Oh, yeah) Hit from the back, I be biting my shirt (Goddamn) She say she wanna stay the night, all night (Phew) Know a nigga got a whole lot of bitches shit Chain swinging on me, got a whole lot of chicken shit (Yeah) Whole lot of, whole lot of, whole lot of wrists Plain Jane, Rolex (Yeah), it's a whole damn check Swear they can't fuck with me, like I'm celibate I got skin in the game, I can celebrate And this shit is the fan, I can celebrate SongtexteAll I hang with is demons and minutes I got niggas, who shoot for me, shawty (For shawty) All that shit out the roof for me, shawty (For sure) It go "Doo-doo-doo" 'bout me, shawty (Brr) Don't play with my body, don't play with my body Frr, oh I did it again (I did it again) (Oh, oh) I'm in that Benz (I'm in the shit) (Oh, oh) We pop at your man (We-e) (Oh, oh) I'm throwin' a sin We flipping you tight, we flipping you tight, we flipping you tight We flipping you tight, we flipping you tight, we flipping you tight Aus Songtexte Mania