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Letra : Mitt Romney

Woa, woa, woa, west, west

Making a scene
Up in the Ritz
Wit this ape on my shirt
And?these?rips in my?jeans
Name on the list
She ain't seen?it before this is real vip
I ain't sayin im rich
But?if?it's?in money in?here
Then that money?on me
Yea I?m smoking a pack
Yea I?m rolling a blunt and that sh*t got me lax
She f**k you for the racks
When I?m hitting that b*t*h I ain?t even gotta ask
Yea you know that we next
Next
Iced out sh*t on my neck

Mini Tommy
Pa** it to my homie
Got this white on white (woo)
I call that sh*t
Mitt Romney
All these calls can?t get em off me no
Can?t Get em off me no
Mini Tommy
Pa** it to my homie
Got this white on white (woo)
I call that sh*t
Mitt Romney
All the calls can?t Get em off me now
All these broads can?t Get em off me no
All these thoughts that?s stuck up on my soul
One more pill I just might overdose
One more pill I just might