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Boy My bankroll won't fold up (Won't fold up) Girl, I'm tryna fuck, take off your pants, ho, what's the holdup? She like when I hit it from the back and make her fold up She said, "Barbie, you ain't got them racks," and then I showed her Off the lean, movin' slower Diamonds hit like lightning (Bling) Trippin' on your bros about a ho, no That ain't right, man (You trippin') I know he gon' fold, I see he pussy through his tight pants (He fake) I know she on go, yeah, she on go faster than lightnin' (On go) And if I don't know anything 'bout these hoes Know they on go (I don't know, on go) She topped me off and she topped my bro but I swear she not a ho (Ho) She thick and fuck with the pigeon toe This bitch from Idaho Real slimy bitch probably wiped your nose for Some Louboutin's or more (Mhm) When I see the lean I get happy (Mhm) No, I'm not an addict but, yes, I just poured a four No, you don't want static We ready for action Let them KelTecs unfold No, you don't want pressure 808s'll bless Your squad full of hoes We pull up with blitz My dick Is a blick' Your niggas so damn soft This Boy Barbie Ken and I can't go out like no ho (Hm) She don't fuck with them Niggas 'cause she know they gon' fold (With them) He don't fuck with them Niggas 'cause he know they gon' fold (With them) And we don't fuck with y'all niggas 'cause you already know (They fold up, they fold up, they fold up) They gon' fold (Yeah), fold (Yeah) Fold, fold (Yeah) Fold, fold (Yeah) Fold, fold (Yeah) Fold, fold Fold, fold (Ooh) Fold, fold Fold, fold My bankroll won't fold up (Won't fold up) Girl, I'm tryna fuck, take off your pants, ho, what's the holdup? She like when I hit it from the back and make her fold up She said, "Barbie, you ain't got them racks," and then I showed her Off the lean movin' slower (My diamonds hit like bling)
Writer(s): Gary Anthony James Webb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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