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Sosa, baby Blood Gang, baby Sit Gang, baby Fifth Gang, baby Get It Gang, baby Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want to freak you? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Baby, do I love you? No, no, no, no, no But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go? Benihana's, Wokcano's, no, no, no, no Girl, we gon' take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow Girl, my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I swear it's the best, best, best, best, best Girl, it's gon' leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet You know how I'm rocking, tweet, beat, skeet then delete She french kiss the D like oui, oui, oui, oui and the oui At the restaurant, I eat, eat, eat, eat and I eat When we get home, she eat, eat, eat, eat Chinese Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm driving fast, she like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Baby, I don't drive slow, ow, ow, ow, ow Don't care 'bout running from the po, wow, wow, po-po Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' roll, wow, wow, wow, wow? She like eating Wonton and she like to wine and dine Baby, I ain't got the time, tried to tell it, I went blind Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Aye man you know how I'm rocking, cutoff stockings All designer man getcho grind up you know I got a Breightling for the timer that ain't nun new But these motherfuckin Margiela shoes I bought Is for me cappin you know what I'm saying? I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin', racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap This for Cap this for Blood, riding round with my thud G-L-O G-A-N-G we not with that giving up Don't expect me to give you hug Bullets coming fill you up Oreo Double Stuffed, Nigga get yo feelings hurt Boy I got that Pizza Hut, Giordanos which one you want? Get that Grezielda Blanco like "Aye lil Pablo where da fuck ya going? In the club froze I bought the bar I dont even want it I don't drink no alcohol I be drinking that lean I'm snoring I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin', racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap Gambino grab my meatroll Aye Tadoe grab my K doe Aye Justo make sure Benji straight, folks think he in Barbados Niggas wanna try me let the K go Wtf Chief Sosa waiting for? Got pink birds looking like Flamingos She dust my shoes off like I'm Fabo Keep racks in my pockets everyday tho Inna Caps and I'm Cappin spending all the play-doh Trap house bumping like he dancing with Kemo Off the car lot I'm smashing I'm riding like an A-hole Remember on the block shooting up niggas Limo's Now my birthday is every damn day tho Wonder how I got the racks in my jeans? Cause I be working every damn day tho I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin, racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap