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letra de panties to the side - rich gang

[intro: french montana]
i think i fell in love man, hahaha
shorty cold blooded…

[hook: french montana]
shorty pull her panties to the side
told me keep my feelings to the side
for them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
shorty pull her panties to the side
told me keep my feelings to the side
for them tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

[bridge: french montana]
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds

[verse 1: tyga]
she move them panties to the side
she give me head while i drive
these b-tches flyin’ in like flies
maybach, no roof, turn a b-tch, b-tterfly
rose gold in that autobahn, i’m gettin’ money in real time
that big hand on them dollar signs, i’m on west coast rich time
get punched out for yo’ punch lines
these n-ggas snitchin’ like i did the crime
i get the cake like the baker man
no jamaican kush, that’s beenie man
these n-ggas hood-hoppers, don’t give a b-tch no options
i do this sh-t for my squadron, ain’t got no time for no conference
i call up some real n-ggas, but they ain’t ’bout that talking
i walk in wit’ my b-tch, fattest -ss in the party

[verse 2: bow wow]
aye french we in the club way too much, ya know what i’m sayin’?
you know we playing with new bands, homeboy…
started with a stack, then i got 5 mo’ (do it right)
could have bought a ball team, with all this money i blow
walk in stalls, cause these hoes know i’m finna go r-t-rded
balling hard no james harden, bentley truck too big to park it (skrrt)
i’ma give her that work, getting head blowing purp
one hand on this blunt, other hand up her skirt
p-ssy sweet like apple juice, f-ck her til her p-ssy loose
and when i’m done, p-ss her to my man, so ben can see what that p-ssy do
and she touching herself, what you gone off a molly?
and she thick, and she finer than a mothaf-cka, looking like tatted-up holly
f-ck all night no strings attached, say no on love sh-t, girl this some fun sh-t
d-ck too long and when i l!ck this spot i’ma make you c-m quick

[verse 3: gudda gudda]
tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
i’m, with the, number, one, stunna
hands, rubbin, every, time we, doin’, numbers (haha)
gt, vodka, all, summer
yeah, its time to bring them ‘raris out
scratch that, we bringing them bugattis out
i’mma show em how to get this money
i’m laughin’ to the bank, you n-ggas money funny
i’mma real n-gga, you is a counterfeit
throw a hunnid racks, tell her count it b-tch
money blowin’ like a fountain, b-tch
all my paper adding up, you only talking sh-t

- rich gang

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