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Fucking bitch. Is that the bitch paging you again? That's the bitch again, man. This is what I wanna do. I want us To go to another planet called Pimp-ateria, And once we go there, hand me the telephone, And let me tell you how I would address The bitch. Oh, shit. Hello. Yeah, bitch. Where's my money, bitch? I wanna step with us, can't mess with us 'cause boo, you got text with us Straight up Flyer than a bitch, I'm driving Benz and I'm 'round I don't need no love, lil' baby, I need bands Flyer than a bitch, I'm driving Benz and I'm 'round Heart colder than a bitch, I pull up, heat his top He brought his Wifey to the club, you seen her leave with Us You seen her leave with us When we fuck like she was in a rush Oh, mmm, mmm-mmm I don't know, I don't know, know, I don't know, I don't Know She off the Perky and the lean and Her ass to damn I ain't worried 'bout your Nigga, uh, blast him down Give her Perc' dick, Huh, wham, wham She work at Chick-fil-A and baby Dance for bands Tell the police come sign me, P-R-E-J the arrest Tell that nigga with that blicky, "Boom, boom," bam S-O-T, S-C-L-S, J-G-P, G-B-P-S, ah Fuck the rest, Uh, no respect, uh No cut, no smoke, Bitch, I'm a threat, ayy Go 'head and check My resume, yeah, I'm a wreck Don't forget I Chase a bag and nothing less I see you In my DMs, pop a grease, just hoping you Gon' step Like this game I give you, suck It deep because this shit the best Don't trip Off with the trick thinking they only seeking sex Another one complete, now go get clean, we on To the next Heart colder than a bitch, I Pull up, heat his top He brought his wifey To the club, you seen her leave with us You seen her leave with us When we fuck like she was in a rush Oh, mmm, mmm-mmm I don't know, I don't Know, I don't know, I don't don't know I'ma Put a bitch down, bleed her feet and then I break pockets Four nickel in my pants, This ain't no Lil' Rocket Niggas getting beaten from The toes and my aim fixed That fully got The trip, respect the crowd, everybody got hit Take One and mention Baby Stones, everybody got bliss Nigga, we gorillas in our jungle, everybody got Sticks Better get control of your bitch, if I Swipe her, that's it My.304 bow busting down, Stripping tricks for they kids Baby said she all About her bag, but is that mine right? 'Cause if it ain't, then just hit me when The time right Baby was just average and I Turned her to a bad bitch She wanna see Me win, go hit that block with a pass She done had some slow nights, but she done Fell in love with trapping Don't let these niggas Misguide you, I'm the one that make it happen Said she heard of BSG, bring that bag in I know the niggas wanna be like us, it's Never happening Heart colder than a bitch, I pull up, heat his top He brought his Wifey to the club, you seen her leave with Us You seen her leave with us When we fuck like she was in a rush Oh, mmm, mmm-mmm I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't Know, Don't know, I don't know, Don't know
Baby Stone Gorillas — Pimptopia
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