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Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh (bitch!) Oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh), oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh) Oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh, huh), oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh) Too many hoes 'cause I'm stupid clean I don't like them niggas that be on, I wan' see your thing And I got that swag, point it like a beam Everybody watch you and God gon' watch me Huh, he be looking out for me I got so much damn good luck, four-leaf clover me And I'm rich now so Range Rover me All my niggas twelve years ahead like a Dobermann I don't do narcotics, I'm a sober man I want fifty for a show now, bring out many men It's Rula San Black, bitch, I'm heaven sent Bringing dark niggas to the five like I'm heavy met' And I know you talking down on it When you bring dark niggas to the light, yeah, they frown on it Too above, I cannot fall for no counterfeit When I feel they showing love 'cause they hug, damn, huh, doubted it Huh, too many racks, huh, in account I couldn't tell you if I fucked your hoe, I can't keep count Once they get a text from me, they gon' keep 'round When I drop you off, wait you get to the door safe and sound Uh, uh, uh, know you like me But it ain't a problem to be honest 'cause I like shit Huh, sixty-four degrees where the damn shades And I know I'm good for you, babe, like a damn bed Good for you, hoe, like a damn bed I can't fuck with that hoe, she a damn fed Since she ain't responding, bitch, I'm finna shake her damn flag Screaming in this mic on a stool to this damn beat Too many hoes 'cause I'm stupid clean I don't like them niggas that be on, I wan' see your thing And I got that swag, point it like a beam Everybody watch you and God gon' watch me Huh, he be looking out for me I got so much damn good luck, four leaf clover me And I'm rich now so Range Rover me All my niggas twelve years ahead like a Dobermann Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Cameron Pitts, Percell Lee, Brooklyn Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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