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SPEED GANG - 1-900
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Speed Gang
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Don't need no bitch 1-900 don't want that shit, like Money on my mind, don't need no bitch 1-900, you don't want this shit I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick 1-900 never trust no bitch I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing I be rollin', rollin', nah bitch I be rockin', rollin', my wrist Goddamn, girl throw it, on this And I know you know it, you dumb bitch Oh my, oh why, shawty look so goddamn fine Oh my, oh why, Ima have to make her mine It's a game baby, pull up in the two door coup it's a game baby Money stacking through the roof, getting bands baby Me plus love plus you on my hand baby Baby girl what it do, I'm the man baby I'm the man, but you already know this In the back of the party gettin' lit Skert off in a foreign whip like 1-900 you don't want this shit, bitch Money on my mind, don't need no bitch 1-900, you don't want this shit I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick 1-900 never trust no bitch I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing Pull up skert, skert oh my god Your bitch with me in my car Face down, ass up, she turnt up A plus on the report card You ride with me, we ball out So swing my way and holla I can't even stunt or front nah That booty so big it go hard Got a cup full of rosé, bitches in my old phone I'm bout to fuck this hoe from Toronto 'Bout to hit the spot though, pussy el gotto 1-900 shawty wanna get on top though I'm speedin' in the fast lane, pedal to the floor main I eat that pussy like touché, now I got her screaming Speed Gang Money on my mind, don't need no bitch 1-900, you don't want this shit I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick 1-900 never trust no bitch I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing 'Cause new hellos lead to old goodbyes Man I cried when my dog died Was the only real motherfucker in my life I'll see you again homie, ride or die 'Cause I drink too much and I don't ask why And I wonder if they ever crossed your mind 'Cause you crossed my heart and I hope you die And I hope the needle goes in your eye, bitch Shada da da da Speed Gang taking over, like Lada da da da Speed Gang taking over, like Lada da da da Speed Gang bitch we ballin', like Lada da da da Speed Gang bitch we ballin'
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Jacob Bratrude Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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