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Letra : skinny jeans & rick owens
What you wanna buy? (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can put the blicky in the Ricky's, what you wanna buy?
I can put the Ricky with the blicky when you wanna— (Err)
I can put that Ricky with that blicky, what you wanna buy? (Hey, where's Rolo?)
Go, b*t*h, go
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my d**k up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
You ain't with the business, you call mommy for your chip, huh?
Hundred dollar shirt, I take it off, you get your sh*t snuck
Diamonds on your chain, boy, show them off, you got your sh*t tucked
But, when I pull it out, don't make no noise, don't let your b*t*h run
And no, this ain't no G-Lock, this an AR, this a big gun
You ain't pull up with a vest and helmet? Boy, you big dumb
You the type to bust inside your head before your b*t*h come
"Sorry Sui, I ain't mean that comment, I'm a b*t*h, bruh"
My VLONE is faker than a b*t*h, it's from the thrift, cuh
You don't got the money for your drip, go hit a lick, son
I ain't have that money for a bit, but now I'm big up
All these comments talking 'bout, "Go get Chris," okay, go get bruh
Yeah, these n***as want me, I had to deliver
He talking 'bout his b*t*h, I been had his sister
And shawty was smoking my d**k like a Swisher
My choppa so pretty, n***a, you should kiss her
You care 'bout your d**k? I might shoot at your p*sser
If you got a man, I'ma shoot at your mister
Them guns, we got plenty, n***a, better pick one
I got plenty b*t*hes, n***a, which one?
Not the first or the second, the fifth one
Got the stick on my left and I hit some'
La**o god, she ride like a bike
I told the b*t*h, "Pull up on the guys"
I pull out my d**k, then nut on her eyes
Her sh*t hella red like shawty was fried
I just bought a chain, wish a n***a would try
Put that sh*t on my dome and that n***a will die
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens (Ayy, where you going?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Best believe I'm sticked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Hahaha)
Get your b*t*h a** over here (Skinny jeans and Rick Owens) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, catch his a**, let's go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my d**k up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
Real trap sh*t
Trap-A-Holics, we make it look easy
F**k with your boys
I can put the blicky in the Ricky's, what you wanna buy?
I can put the Ricky with the blicky when you wanna— (Err)
I can put that Ricky with that blicky, what you wanna buy? (Hey, where's Rolo?)
Go, b*t*h, go
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my d**k up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
You ain't with the business, you call mommy for your chip, huh?
Hundred dollar shirt, I take it off, you get your sh*t snuck
Diamonds on your chain, boy, show them off, you got your sh*t tucked
But, when I pull it out, don't make no noise, don't let your b*t*h run
And no, this ain't no G-Lock, this an AR, this a big gun
You ain't pull up with a vest and helmet? Boy, you big dumb
You the type to bust inside your head before your b*t*h come
"Sorry Sui, I ain't mean that comment, I'm a b*t*h, bruh"
My VLONE is faker than a b*t*h, it's from the thrift, cuh
You don't got the money for your drip, go hit a lick, son
I ain't have that money for a bit, but now I'm big up
All these comments talking 'bout, "Go get Chris," okay, go get bruh
Yeah, these n***as want me, I had to deliver
He talking 'bout his b*t*h, I been had his sister
And shawty was smoking my d**k like a Swisher
My choppa so pretty, n***a, you should kiss her
You care 'bout your d**k? I might shoot at your p*sser
If you got a man, I'ma shoot at your mister
Them guns, we got plenty, n***a, better pick one
I got plenty b*t*hes, n***a, which one?
Not the first or the second, the fifth one
Got the stick on my left and I hit some'
La**o god, she ride like a bike
I told the b*t*h, "Pull up on the guys"
I pull out my d**k, then nut on her eyes
Her sh*t hella red like shawty was fried
I just bought a chain, wish a n***a would try
Put that sh*t on my dome and that n***a will die
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens (Ayy, where you going?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Best believe I'm sticked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Hahaha)
Get your b*t*h a** over here (Skinny jeans and Rick Owens) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, catch his a**, let's go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my d**k up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
Real trap sh*t
Trap-A-Holics, we make it look easy
F**k with your boys
