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Mario! Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh) Girl I'm a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh) No hammer or drill, I'm tryna nail you (ayy) Stunt hard and you know it I'm on them bars and you know it I got 'em cars and you know it In my garage and you know it Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy) There right here just me and London I might take your hoe out to the London Might just jump in that pussy no bungee I not a last nigga who will get no money Real blood like a vampire I want nothin blue but them hunnids And I need at least like a rack of those I don't know what the rap niggas actin' fo' Baby don't fuck with nothin' else but them real niggas She allergic to fake shit I give that dick to her back to back to back to back I don't need the brake shit See i give the rollie a facelift VVs flooding on the face bitch Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots And then i go beat the case bitch Red Coupe with chanel boots That's type of girl i can call boo She the type that you saw as ready for you Everytime you tell her fall through You don't be giving me problems and nothin baby That's why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking babyp Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh) Girl I'm a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh) No hammer or drill, I'm tryna nail you (ayy) Stunt hard and you know it I'm on them bars and you know it I got 'em cars and you know it In my garage and you know it Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy) Lil mama you know that you fly You know that you fire You know that you flyin Girl let's put tac on my wrist Gotta tell that don't you waste time With the mimes Baby you know that you fly You know that you fire You know that you flyin And if you fuckin those broke niggas I think there to stop for a change yeah Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah Rari i m switchin my lane yeah Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah Pour up and sip for pain, yeah Pour up just for pain, yeah Pop me a perk for the pain, yeah Sip on that remy pop me molly To come to and get you the thang yeah (Hoooooh shit) Don't play with this plan Because girl that's a violation Ain't no time like the present baby So what's use of all that time wasting VVS's only shine crazy I mean VVS's only shine brazy And I get that dick to her on that drank And pour another line baby Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh) Girl I'm a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh) No hammer or drill, I'm tryna nail you (ayy) Stunt hard and you know it I'm on them bars and you know it I got 'em cars and you know it In my garage and you know it Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh) Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy) I just to had tell you something baby Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby Because if you do that you slippin You understand what I am saying You need to turn around to see what you turning down baby Because it's real shit going all around this motherfucker You didn't knew now you do TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy West side Inglez, I love this shit
Writer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Jonathan Demario Priester, Wesley Tyler Glass, Lonnie Kimble, Jae London Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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