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She wanna fuck me cause I'm poppin You talkin duckets we can chop it Throwin money while she drop it Just bought a flight out to the tropics I told my bitch don't bring no luggage Hot food, I'm in her stomach Still make a way up outta nothin Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin If she don't got her own, you need another woman Brain insane gave me top just like the summit (Gave me top, top) Backshots had her running She so bad, I wanna cry when I cut it like a onion Trade her in for a new one like a rental I get gouda just to say what's on my mental I'm a dog took your bitch back to my kennel Had her hitting high notes a capella Wood full of octane Came up where the shots rang Now we call the shots, mane Coupe got the blown brains JFK codename I'm just in my own lane This money got shit hitting different Neck so cold I caught the sniffles They say they ballin but the wiffle You know I got it off the dribble She wanna fuck me cause I'm poppin You talkin duckets we can chop it Throwin money while she drop it Just bought a flight out to the tropics I told my bitch don't bring no luggage Hot food, I'm in her stomach Still make a way up outta nothin Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin Shit, you can never be too cautious Them niggas tried to ride the wave now they nauseous (Now they sea sick) Counting profits never counting losses At the round table all my niggas bosses The dash tap out at 220 (220) I can't die without saying I done it Fuck the prosecutor and the judges I need more percentage of the budget Tell me what the lick read Donuts in a 6-speed Cold freak, mixed breed Pull up in a black tee Gold chains, bad piece Good head relax me She goin down, she finna plummet I'm bout to beat, I'm finna drum it I'm goin crash test dummy I'm Jackie Chan with the stuntin She wanna fuck me cause I'm poppin You talkin duckets we can chop it Throwin money while she drop it Just bought a flight out to the tropics I told my bitch don't bring no luggage Hot food, I'm in her stomach Still make a way up outta nothin Still make a right turn when I see the Johnny's comin
Writer(s): Moustapha Diop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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