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Heard they wanna ball like this Ball my fist You say you in love why she on my dick Don't talk no shit Get off my tip All this rick figure four my kick Bitch the gang on 10, we locked in Treesha pulled up and she brought her friends Okay god damn, motherfuckers pretend Runnin' to the money guap guap my pants (bitch) Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh Up-up-up my guap please huh You ain't him you not me uh Up-up-up my Glock piece huh Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh Up-up-up my guap please huh You ain't him you not me uh Up-up-up my Glock piece huh What's in my pocket a lot of guap I'm with yo' bitch at the tip y top I might just make the bitch too me off You ain't on shit 'cause my rocket pop Pop rocks in the stick lemme pop it okay Gang on 10 we about it okay Goth bitch on top let her ride it okay New whip-off lot I'ma drive it okay (I'ma drive it okay) Heard they wanna ball like this Ball my fist You say you in love why she on my dick Don't talk no shit Get off my tip All this rick figure four my kick Bitch the gang on 10, we locked in Treesha pulled up and she brought her friends Okay god damn, motherfuckers pretend Runnin' to the money guap guap my pants (bitch) Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh Up-up-up my guap please huh You ain't him you not me uh Up-up-up my Glock piece huh Bitch don't say I'm cocky huh Up-up-up my guap please huh You ain't him you not me uh Up-up-up my Glock piece huh (bitch)
Writer(s): Sebastian Oliver Newton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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