| Ridin' through the city, where it’s litty
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| Countin hunnids, countin fifties
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| I like bitches with big titties
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| Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it’s litty
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| Countin hunnids, countin fifties
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| I like bitches with big titties
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| I’m finna shoot a pornflick, bitch come get your cameo
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| She got a baby-daddy and a kid, but she ain’t tell me though
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| She runnin' from the D, Oh My God, she’s a scary hoe
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| I kill pussy, I hope she got insurance for the burial
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| Wait hold up, how you even know me?
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| «Oh I heard you on the radio»
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| My pockets on fatboys, shoutout to Lil Terrio
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| The hardest nigga always singing louder than the stereo
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| Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers
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| Like «There he go»
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| I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through
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| Why niggas hatin' on me, that I ain’t never even talked too?
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| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, nigga, who are you?
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| Oh, you still mad from High-School
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| 'Cause the coach didn’t start you?
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| I take my hoes too Toys’R’Us
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| Why? |
| 'Cause they childish
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| You gon' find a better nigga? |
| Baby I highly doubt it
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| Just like a old-ass whip, these hoes got high mileage
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| Stop gossipin', bitch you still live' in Public Housin'
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| You ain’t bi, she only fuck with niggas with the blue-check
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| I ain’t fuckin' with her, even though I got the blue-check
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| On Instagram, and my bank account, big blue check
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| I’m a cold nigga, when I come around, she made the crewneck
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| Knockin' 'em down like dominoes, I’m freaky, yeah, who next?
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| Even though our convos be dry, I got you wet
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| I gave her good D, now she braggin' in a group-chat
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| Now she always poppin' up, like a new text
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| I got a mic I sing, you can be my Whitney Houston
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| I 'ont want a lot, but just like Nike, I’m tryna' do it
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| Your secrets ain’t for me, 'cause I don’t care 'bout who you screwing
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| The people say I’m famous, really I be really coolin'
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| I’m a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin'?
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| The niggas that be flexin' on the 'gram, be really losin'
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| Hey tough guy, don’t play with guns, if you ain’t really shootin'
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| Stop playin', them niggas in LA be really true
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| Ridin' through the city, where it’s litty
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| Countin hunnids, countin fifties
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| I like bitches with big titties
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| Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it’s litty
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| Countin hunnids, countin fifties
|
| I like bitches with big titties
|
| Ridin' through the city, where it’s litty
|
| Countin hunnids, countin fifties
|
| I like bitches with big titties
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| Ri-Ri-Ridin' through the city, where it’s litty
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| Countin hunnids, countin fifties
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| I like bitches with big titties |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Mustard. Song from the album Perfect Ten, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп