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Uh-huh
Ahh, bitch
Damn
What you do to me?
He gon' have some fun with me
He gon' bust his gun with me
He gon' sell a hundred P's
He gon' count a hundred bands
He gon' geek and do his dance
He gon' ride and die for his
If she was mad, you know she still
What you do to me?
He gon' give his soul to me
He take my photography
He gon' bust that Glock at ya
He gon' load a hundred TEC's
He gon' send a hundred checks
He gon' dub these bitches sets
He gon' blow, you need a vest
Like damn, what you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
What you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
What you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
Like what you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
Damn, what you do to me?
He gon' have a heart attack
He just wanna fuck up Saks
This nigga don't want no strings attached
Can't tie me down, no figure four
He just spent a figure four
I'm gon' need a figure five
These niggas see me, they fantasize
You down to ride? You down to die?
We gon' send a nigga high
Hop up in no nigga ride
They got some bitches in the sky
Quit talking that shit, blow my high
Leave these niggas' reasons why
I don't got no time to lie
I show that nigga who am I
What you do to me?
He gon' have some fun with me
He gon' bust his gun with me
He gon' sell a hundred P's
He gon' count a hundred bands
He gon' geek and do his dance
He gon' ride and die for his
If she was mad, you know she still
What you do to me?
He gon' give his soul to me
He take my photography
He gon' bust that Glock at ya
He gon' load a hundred TEC's
He gon' send a hundred checks
He gon' dub these bitches sets
He gon' blow, you need a vest
Like damn, what you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
What you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
What you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
Like what you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
Project lil' baby, he born in the trap
Country-ass nigga, he sleep with a strap
Bitch tryna play me, she thinking it's that
Bald-headed hoes do the most, no cap
Aim at your chest, know H is the best
Come with an ooter, he shoot up your chest
Thinking we playing, he thick in his chest
YSL shoe with the back of the belt
Ain't falling for niggas, no feelings is stamped
You thinking I'm chasing, you niggas is hounds
He wanna hit from the back with a sound
He going 'round and around and around
The nigga gon' call, no giving discussions
Let's go to the mall, your jewelry is bussin'
Texas bitch, tall, sexy
I got a habit with fashion, I love it
What you do to me?
He gon' have some fun with me
He gon' bust his gun with me
He gon' sell a hundred P's
He gon' count a hundred bands
He gon' geek and do his dance
He gon' ride and die for his
If she was mad, you know she still
What you do to me?
He gon' give his soul to me
He take my photography
He gon' bust that Glock at ya
He gon' load a hundred TEC's
He gon' send a hundred checks
He gon' dub these bitches sets
He gon' blow, you need a vest
Like damn, what you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
What you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
What you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
Like what you do to me?
Like he gon' give his soul to me
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