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Testo di rada rada

GenereHip Hop Rap
Lingua originaleInglese
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Dimensione 18

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I'm ballin' hard, ain't gotta pass the ball I don't need your sex at all I done knocked down half the town I don't need no pass around (yeah) I've fucked the finest, covered in diamonds They think that I'm conceited (they think that I'm conceited) Fuck a bitch, I need my check, up in my palm I gotta see it (yeah, yeah, yeah), uh-huh You spend your rent, your water bill, your light bill too Just on your bundles (on your bundles) Babe, I'm a ape I give you dick fresh out the jungle (fresh out the jungle) I got shit, they tryna fuck me, keep your kid, and I'm like: Nah You get a bag and want a baby, we could go half (oh, oh) Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna I work at Mickey D's When you can't fuck with a big-timer (we get high) You can be my bitch, but you don't come before these commas Oh-oh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (yeah) I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys (yeah) I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time Why stress a bitch? This money got me feelin' fine Rich bitch, I cut you off right now You tell me you can't play the part (yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'm turnt up bad, I don't need your ass I could have any whore (yeah, yeah) I got this shit on me right now What the fuck I gotta be cappin' for? (Got that shit on, I) Stripper bitch I pissed that shit you clappin' your lil' booty for (I gotta put 'em on) I got a bitch to line 'em up And now she wonder where's the fire (fire) Turnin' heads and breakin' necks When I be passin' in my ride (ride) She been sellin' that lil' pussy She done ran up all her miles (miles) Tryna plant a baby, I use a rubber I can't believe that ho had tried Could turn you up, could turn you down, you get your options (yeah) I could turn you to a baddie like Madonna I work at Mickey D's When you can't fuck with a big-timer (we get high) You can be my bitch, but you don't come before these commas Oh-oh, rada, rada, rada, rada, rada, ra (yeah) I hit a lick, split this shit with my guys (yeah) I'ma pick the money over bitches all the time Why stress a bitch? This money got me feelin' fine

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