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You motherfuckers knows the score Plenty hoes, plenty dro (And you already know what it is!) Bitch drop it to the floor Bend it over, touch your toes (And you already know what it is!) Red chrome do the phones With the lamborghini doors I was selling niggas o's on the [?] I made 45 large off of 72 hard Put 25 thousand in my grill You can catch me in the club Showin' 'em real gangsta love Try'na get a bitch full of them pills I'm talking naked ladies, smiley faces Triple stack, blue dolphins shoot the bitch straight to my crib What it do? Who I is? Yo gotti, Hagon (I'm a thug) So intelligent, shawty says she sellibent Nut stains on the bed, that's the real evidence Yeah she a freak wit it Shawty so unique with it Skeeted in her mouth And she talkin' bout you keepin' it Head game foreal, left a nigga with the chill Fix her nails, pay her bill Bo want you tell these hoes what it is! I'm a fool, I've been sent for this Diamond in my necklaces Jacqueline High 24" when I roll by Hagon leave the haters on the side line [?] My pimpin' easy mackalin Hard life [?], And after this Over, you gonna see what the fuck I mean See me your BMW, see me on the big screen I sell a bitch a big drink cuz that means bread She super bad plus I know that she's in I'm done with? songs, cause that means bad Try'na get that pop belly, cause that means it If you? coward shit, that means scared I'm a hustla? and that means it IT'S BOHAGON AND YO GOTTI
Writer(s): Mario Mims, Noah William Davis, Allen Kelly, George Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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