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Chris Brown
Chris Brown
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Tyga
Tyga
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ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
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Nic Nac
Nic Nac
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Chris Brown
Chris Brown
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Nicholas Balding
Nicholas Balding
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Paris Jones
Paris Jones
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Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
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Mark Kragen
Mark Kragen
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Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
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Brian Springer
Brian Springer
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Jess Jackson
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Hersh
Hersh
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Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
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Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
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Nic Nac
Nic Nac
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Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
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You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I got 'em, I got 'em Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free I got 'em, I got 'em Got bitches and marijuana T-ballin', globetrotter Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter Nah, walk with me, yeah, talk to me That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies Coupe, no top, yeah, I took off the Kufi I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga I'ma light it up, pass it to the right nigga All bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas, yeah You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I got 'em, I got 'em Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free I got 'em, I got 'em Got bitches and marijuana Pull up, got the fat sack With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats Yeah, we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, yack! Loud pack, give me all of that Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped Black mask, duffel bag and a hundred racks I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga It's right here Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga Hell yeah You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga I own it while you living on a lease nigga I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout I dick your bitch down then I walk it out You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I got 'em, I got 'em Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free I got 'em, I got 'em Got bitches and marijuana Grimy nigga way too groovy for the GRAMMYs Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve Rollie do no ticky do the blingy I spending hundreds, all the fifties Word around the city I'm that nigg-y But this month I made a milli' Another month, another milli', man that shit be gettin' silly Man, bitch you looking silly Why you broke? Go get a check, uh And when you fly, who need a jet? She wanna move out to the West She want them diamonds on her neck And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star And get the keys to the car, huh And wanna lick on every scar, huh My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now Who got the weed right now, right now? You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I can tell by the way you move that you a problem Bail any girl that I wanna Got bitches and marijuana I got 'em, I got 'em Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free I got 'em, I got 'em Got bitches and marijuana
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Quincy Hanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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