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She wanna fuck, got hoes, got quatro I'll make it rain in this bitch wit a poncho I do it fast, quick, pronto I'm bouta rip it, got dick in her tonsils I gotta plan, I'm the man (Macho) I gotta band in my hand (Guapo) I'm Bouta whip in this whip, Issa Quattro Rolling fronto Bad Puerto Rican, tweaking she be freakin me She a freak and she fuck with my frequency Too complete & they couldn't compete wit me Too elite when I run ona beat, ima fuck up the skreets & I plot on a whole lotta dollars Ball like igudolla, like I'm ona heat Na I couldn't never mind em, I eat Boy I need me a Monument Ball like I'm Donavan Mitchell You know what time it is, I'm on a odyssey Don't got no love I guess that's how gotta be Ship out the the product Counting up the commas, and properly Get that bread and cop a property, pop Nigga ain't nobody stopping it Feel like I'm super man my metropolis Hop in the coupe & plot on my accomplishments Bet I'm fucking ya bitch in some moccasins She @ the crib & she topping shit Bitch know I'm popping, the flow had to polish it She gimme brain like it's college, scholarships Gotta pay me, the dollars, deposit it God made me for dollars, acknowledge it, dang Kick in this bitch, Lu Kang Way I got locked got me feeling like Deng Luol, stacking my bread & it's too tall Dive in that pussy no blue balls Hot I can't cool off I be moving I ain't talking u-haul Got them units g I'm bouta kill this lil shit for the eulogy They moving foolish, I had to get to it They just be poo wit it, I got that ZA They shit it be Reggie, I'm gettin em high She wanna fuck, got hoes, got quatro I'll make it rain in this bitch wit a poncho I do it fast, quick, pronto I'm bouta rip it, got dick in her tonsils I gotta plan, I'm the man (Macho) I gotta band in my hand (Guapo) I'm Bouta whip in this whip, Issa Quattro Rolling fronto I got a freak & she a Puerto Rican These bitches be tweaking, they cheating wit me Preach like a deacon, numbers got em peeking I bet that they mad they ain't eating wit me I'm too complete, these niggas they depleting They weak, ayo peep, I jump like Dominique Like I'm dunking, I'm bugging, bruh I gotta eat Fuck what they talking bout, I'm bout to tweak Hot as saunas, wait I'm hot as lava Breaking up the grabba, smoking on Obama runtz Got the product, so I'm counting commas And niggas be mad cus they know they ain't hot as us I be swimming I feel like a great white Put my finger in it for the taste test Cus I gotta go see what it taste like If it taste right, we have great sex No these niggas is not on my level Yeah that young boy is hot as the devil Boy I feel like I'm Jordan, I'm scoring I ball like them tournaments, I need a metal Smoking gas wit my foot on the petal Yeah this shit it be loud heavy metal I ain't playing around, need a milli, I could never settle Nah She wanna fuck, got hoes, got quatro I'll make it rain in this bitch wit a poncho I do it fast, quick, pronto I'm bouta rip it, got dick in her tonsils I gotta plan, I'm the man (Macho) I gotta band in my hand (Guapo) I'm Bouta whip in this whip, Issa Quattro Rolling fronto Bugging out, bout to do it like nothing Beat it like it's buzzing, got heat wit my cousin The oven out, they gone see the way I'm coming I'm hot as the sun, plot ona sums Plot on a commas, gotta get the gualla More dollars followers they gone acknowledge us Cop an impala then I fuck a college up Run up the miles, then I'll get it polished up
Writer(s): Noel Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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