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[Bridge: JR Castro]
Get right, get right, I’ma hit it right
I’ma hit it right yeah, I’ma hit it right
Get right, get right, I’ma hit it right
I’ma hit it right yeah, I’ma hit it right
[Verse 1: King Los]
I made her strip like she had a stage
Told her clap it on my face like aftershave
Get too much pussy when you made some millions
Brought her a USB drive, and told her save her feelings
I’m macking, [?] she ain’t kill it yet
Bitch I cannon ball in that pussy get the ceiling wet
Ass so big it need a kickstand
Pussy too good to pull out, I call that shit quicksand
Baby he a six man, you need you a starter
Shorty I can [?] her Audemar you the [?]
All the new cars and call it, you [?]
Forty-two closets worth of shoes in your new apartment, I’m balling
He made you his boo thing, I keep you in that new thing
I just bought a sex [?] if you have a mood swing
Whining like a rude ting, girl you know the routine
Think I’m tryna clone you they way I buy you new jeans
[Verse 2: Tyga]
She gon’ drop and make that thing Gnarley
You a new school [?] in a new Ferrari
I brought that old school out, rims like Attari
Faded for tonight, tomorrow don’t call me
In a sense, she gon’ do and leave no evidence
Fingerprints, on a window tint, tryna see who win
Papi-pap alert, take you round my city yeah
Ride around my jewels, let you wear it when we in that bed
Yeah yeah, I got that good in the morning
Dipping while you yawning, she can’t control it
She my little soldier, gangsta like Jody
T-Raww I’m focused, you know that she open, is
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