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Pussy popper, young Waka Flocka
We shake her like maracas
Don't forget Sinatra
My bitch is like Rihanna, better yet, Beyoncé
Had to take her top off, gun shots ah pop off
Mi nuh fuck 'round with dem boy'nem
Dem boy'nem get chop off
Tell di boy fi gwan fi him
Gal and suck him bloodclaat
Dick stains, let my dick hang like a nunchuck
Anyway I can, bitch
I'm just tryna get my nut sucked
Ha, so fuck luck
Bitch, it's pure skill when I gun buss
Glocks like 50 on my niggas, acupuncture
Fuck life, it’s a Suge Knight
Get ya mind right
Only way a nigga coolin' if I get high
Right? High up in the sky, right?
Muhfuck a cloud
All my niggas in the ground right now
And I bash like Xao, like pow
Mind within the comic, I'm so high right now
So pass that skinny motherfucker
Won’t you tell me where the cash at?
I’m about to end a nigga life
So where the stash at?
Got about twenty-fuckin'-mill just chillin'
In my backpack call a fat bitch
Then I hid it in her ass crack
Listen, listen, listen