letra de lemme see - damedot
[intro]
(jose the plug)
[verse 1]
guess who’s back in the building?
i don’t chase hoes, but i’m gon’ chase these millions
if a n-gga know me, then you know i don’t play
n-gga play on my top, then i’m blowin’ all day
this sierra twist fire, we been smokin’ all day
n-gga told me keep it real and i told him always
a n-gga can’t be picky, gotta get this sh-t in all ways
diamonds on, i guess crime pays
yeah starin’ at the club, sticks on, got a clear view
shinin’ on these backstabbin’ n-ggas in my rearview
tell the waitress ten bottles again, she ain’t hear you
lamb chops, i don’t need to see the menu
all these lights make me start to think of thе cullinan
b-tch a s-x slave, i done camе, make me cum again
got somethin’ in the booth make a n-gga do the running man
n-gga wrist cost a hundred grand
[chorus]
if you really hustle hard to get the racks, let me see your hands
if you got it on you now, let me see them bands
b-tch, if you got a nice booty, let me see that ass
these amiris, baby, i don’t do the cheaper pants
i’m tryna get some head on the spot, i don’t need a dance
i’m tryna f-ck tonight, i ain’t tryna be your man
boy, i be helpin’ n-ggas out, i don’t need a hand
my lil’ cousins hit my phone, he need a half a man
[verse 2]
i forgot to pay my one l!ck, go hunt some lil’ grams
bro hit my phone, said he just seen my lil’ yeah
my shooter asked if he was green and i told him, “yeah”
i ain’t even gotta put a dollar on a n-gga head
i ain’t even gotta lift a finger and a n-gga dead
i ain’t even gotta lift my wrist just to get some head
don’t tell me sh-t ’bout my ex, she a chickenhead
he a lucky b-tch if he make it to the ‘spital
i got about eight of these new dogs in the kennel
we smokin’ in the rental on the way to the south
tell that broke-ass n-gga keep my name out his mouth
don’t say sh-t ’bout them racks if you can’t pull ’em out
f-ck all that plain jane sh-t, bust it down
don’t be stingy with them racks, if she yours, ice her out
i might take her in, but i won’t take her out
n-gga, if you make it in, i bet you won’t make it out (jose the plug)
[chorus]
if you really hustle hard to get the racks, let me see your hands
if you got it on you now, let me see them bands
b-tch, if you got a nice booty, let me see that ass
these amiris, baby, i don’t do the cheaper pants
i’m tryna get some head on the spot, i don’t need a dance
i’m tryna f-ck tonight, i ain’t tryna be your man
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