Ayy, Manny Jose, Jose to my neck
Yeah, come on
Ayy, my lil' buddy, he gettin' on, he gettin' on the ass off
Ayy, my lil' buddy, he gettin' on the ass off
I'm somewhere in the booth, ayy
Man, I'm somewhere workin' my ass off
I don't know about you, I'm feelin' like a dad
Bitch, I do what I do, oh, I don't know
We bringin' home Beirut, best ticket on the east
And I'm tellin' the truth, I'm a city-ass bitch
I 20 made round, you got an ass bitch
You gon' die while that cloud ain't through
You a hustlin' bitch, no doubt
If you ain't got no money, what the hell is you bout?
What the hell is you bout?
12 racks, watch your bitch get shiesty
Just look at the hoes that don't like me
You can tell why they probably wanna fight me
Bitch, I keep on my glasses spiky
I'ma raise like none of these bitches
So I don't need a nigga for *
What the hell they gon' do for the kid?
That can't get none but dick
Even in the summer, you gon' make me sick
He grippin' my thigh while I'm holdin' him flick
Ain't got no app, but he still call me thick
We gon' fight your ass up, I ain't tell my no bitch
*, I freak out, hoe on the dick, do a split
I be tellin' that chill, I should do a free pitch
I see everything, hoe, don't think you slick
That hoe, I look like a lick
He my lil' woop-do-woo, I'm not his bitch
When they ask who he is, he my lil' *
My lil' buddy, he gettin' on bads off
I'm somewhere in the booth
Man, I'm somewhere workin' my ass off
I don't know about you, I'm sellin' you that
Bitch, I do what I do
So when I weed, bring it home, Beirut
Best ticket on the east, and I'm tellin' the truth
I'ma tell the ass bitch, I just wanna make it round
You got mad as bitch, you gon' die like that clown
Keep you rat hussin', bitch, no doubt
If you ain't got no money, what the hell is you bout?
What the hell is you bout?
12 racks, watch your bitch get shiesty
Just look at the hoes that don't like me
Look at them tell why they probably wanna fight me
Bitch, I keep up my glasses spiky
You the type to get some head, then put it in his phone
I'm the type to get some head, then leave that boy alone
I'm not the one you, bitch, can't clone
I'ma quit the walkin', nigga, get his ass on my phone
Nigga may be mad, nigga, better watch his tongue
I don't need *, bitch, I got it on my own
I'm on my weed, bitch, you get me in my zone
I ain't got * for you, I ain't got a loan
My lil' buddy, he gettin' on bads off
I'm somewhere in the booth
Man, I'm somewhere workin' my ass off
I don't know about you, I'm sellin' you that
I'm on Beirut, best ticket on the East
And I'm tellin' the truth
I'm a city-ass bitch, I just wanna make it round
You got mad as bitch, you gon' die like that clown
Keep you rat hussin', bitch, no doubt
If you out no money, what the hell is you bout?
What the hell is you bout?
12 rats, watch your bitch get shiesty
Just look at the hoes that don't like me
Look at them tell why they probably wanna fight me
Bitch, I keep up my glasses spiky
Ayy, ayy, many hoes ain't, hoes ain't tell my name
Yeah, come on
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