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LETRA
Figure Me Out Let's get it Ramon noodles on my spare time Niggas at my neck, they want my hairline Fuck them niggas ducky ducky, bath time Bet another million right at halftime You my lil brother ni***, what's yours is mine You ain't got no Rollie then you can hold mine I'll take the bean and I let her snort lines It's gettin' dark lil boy, it's Porsche time Figure me out, niggas tryna figure me out I got a K in the couch Piped her up, red bottoms whenever she walk, ayy You bet' not trigger me off Shawty red like hot sauce Fly her to the moon, yeah I just wanna fly her to the moon [?] (Hey!) Bands on my muhfuckin' toes All four pockets fuckin' swole Pocket rocket, it's a four-four And you know I'm shootin' at y'all folks Pocket rocket shoot at everybody, yeah Murder, murder, murder, Irv Gotti, yeah Slim Shady colors in my pocket, yeah [?] my wallet, yeah I ain't playin' 'round with you Let that chopper ring like a fuckin' side kicker I just found a pill and it's a Penicillin (What you did?) Fuck it, pop that bitch like it's a Roxy, ni*** Fuck it man, I know like a psychic, ni*** Skin on my clothes, I'm a python, ni*** Yeah, I'm too rich, I can't hear them niggas Fuck it, I might go from a pilgrim, ni*** Fuckin' all my hoes from the village, ni*** Fuckin' all my hoes, they [?] niggas Put it on some fours [?], ni*** Wipe a ni*** nose for the thrill, lil ni*** Anything goes in the village, ni*** All you know my bros got a pillow, ni*** And you know the hoes in the VIP, lil ni*** Birkin bag clothes in the quilt, lil ni*** Ramon noodles on my spare time Niggas at my neck, they want my hairline Fuck them niggas ducky ducky, bath time Bet another million right at halftime You my lil brother ni***, what's yours is mine You ain't got no Rollie then you can hold mine I'll take the bean and I let her snort lines It's gettin' dark lil boy, it's Porsche time Figure me out, niggas tryna figure me out I got a K in the couch Piped her up, red bottoms whenever she walk You bet' not trigger me off Shawty red like hot sauce Fly her to the moon, yeah I just wanna fly her to the moon [?] (Yeah! Yeah!) Bust a ni*** windy Close range with the Baby chopper bullets in the FN Army Navy bullets in the FN Stop playin' 'round for you get dealt with Got 'em on the shade room steppin' Put it on her face, I don't do the cappin' Ay, jewelry water, Michael Phelps, step in Today I got a lot of bracelets on my arm They different colors, rose gold, white and orange The pu*** sweet like a piece of candy corn She look unique but better with no panties on They left me in the wood, I got my scavange on I keep some green on me, gettin' my salad on I'm drinkin' lean bitches, get the caviar You stayed down man, you get the baddest car My niggas said they rollin' for days He been done got the Rolls and your late They whip the white, toupees Play, we put it on your head, toupee Smoke 'em man, we proceed, new day Old hunnids and they wrinkled like a shar pei 'I want gushy pussy' what my log say Bag by Chanel, double C's all day Ramon noodles on my spare time Niggas at my neck, they want my hairline Fuck them niggas ducky ducky, bath time Bet another million right at halftime You my lil brother ni***, what's yours is mine You ain't got no Rollie then you can hold mine I'll take the bean and I let her snort lines It's gettin' dark lil boy, it's Porsche time Figure me out, niggas tryna figure me out I got a K in the couch Piped her up, red bottoms whenever she walk You bet' not trigger me off Shawty red like hot sauce Fly her to the moon, yeah I just wanna fly her to the moon [?]
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