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Pulled up stuntin and everything wavy Whip half a hunned jeans cost 580 I can tell she want it cause she acting so complacing You can say I'm wrong well I guess the boy crazy Runnin, runnin, runnin man that's all a nigga sayin Hunneds, hunneds, hunneds man that's all I'm really payin Lifestyle flows yeah that's all I'm really sprayin She call me on the weekend and we head straight to the deep in Wheepin, ball so hard from the mornin to the evenin And I make her do the cleanin and I make the girl sleep it Turn me up, one time, I ain't got no punch lines Lil mama so fine, I had to give her that punch lines Like wait, hold up, all I do is show up She sweet like a fruit roll up So all I do is dough up Like wait, hold up they let the boy get his dough up My girl watch me grow up Right before her eyes I blow up They came through makin that noise Back that boy winnin for sure Gettin money on tour, I might bring back Valur Suicide my doors, I'm fylin out, you tryin out Got diamonds in designer, but gonn find out what my mind about Pulled up stuntin and everything wavy Whip half a hunned jeans cost 580 Girls in the crowd and they all screamin Casey You know you my baby You knew I would make it Amazes, like where the days went In amazin, I'm chasin, stupid comments It ain't no stopping us, period, she so furious Cause I dropped her, I'm menace hoe Plus some motto, more niggas is watchin I got this, you can get knocked off With the lights out, and the top off On the block with the Rottweilers On board so cold but I'm not soft, oh I'm poppin out, she's a player so I knocked her down All the way to the ground and after that She ain't make a sound like wait, hold up Tell somebody to roll up, I'm from killer cali where all we do is dough up Like wait, hold up, baby girls come over All we do is get odor, so let's get it in for a sober When I swerve up she get piped down Get paid off my lifestyle All the real niggas say hey, all the bad girls say aw Every day is payday and every night I get wiped down Everything been crazy, and I pulled up and it's wavy Pulled up stuntin and everything wavy Whip half a hunned jeans cost 580 Girls in the crowd and they all screamin Casey You know you my baby You knew I would make it
Writer(s): Larry Jacks, Casey Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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