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(Yeah, ho) (Yeah, ho) (Yeah, ho) (Yeah) (Yeah, ho) (Yeah, ho) (Yeah, ho) Loose, better not shoot no shame My sixteen was pure cocaine Base outside, I'm hit, okay, okay, okay? What you gotta do? Get all this loot Talk my shit, talk my truth Hop outside, park my coupe Ain't got no coupe but park mine Bitch, sit on this dick, don't change Funds out, givin' out tests these days Guns out, why would you kid these days With these kids these days, lil' Ray? Blunts up, fillin' my lungs, what's that in your trunk? It's hittin' like lust these days Us these days, what she say? Fuck Lil' Zay, okay Who let the dogs out? (Dog) Turn the rap game to the fallout Cheat on my bitch in the dog house My Rollie presidential from the White House (White House) White House (White House), black out (black out) I'm lit every day, come find out (yeah) I'm a big wave, don't wipe out (ooh) You don't sell what? Bitch, sign out Okay Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish (yeah, ho) How many bitches do you get? (yeah, ho) Her, she can't get no kiss (Yeah, ho) I'm a Top Dawg, ho, I'm with a slim Mike Vick Walk out the crib outfit on all shit (yeah, ho, yeah) Whip with a switch if I ain't in by six (yeah, ho, yeah) Even DJs ain't spinnin' like this (yeah, ho) Got it out the mud, bitch, I'm a crawfish Loose, better not shoot no shame My sixteen was pure cocaine Base outside, I'm hit, okay, okay, okay? What you gotta do? Get all this loot Talk my shit, talk my truth Hop outside, park my coupe Ain't got no coupe but park mine (Yeah, ho) (Yeah, ho) (Yeah, ho) (Yeah)
Writer(s): Rayvon Welch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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