Letras
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I wanna show you all the things I can really do
All those things that you heard, yeah you know it's true
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like bad bitches going up and down right on the pole
I love a freak bitch tryna get lit, yeah, all night
Pull up to the spot, let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Walk up in the club, baby girl, she gon' dance on me
Sittin' on my lap, cause I got them racks on me
I get to the bag, yeah, I got that trap on me
Blowin' dope in the spot, smell like gasoline
Two step, I won't miss a beat
Tequila in my cup, baby, got me on my feet
Ghetto boy, I'm rockin' Truey jeans
New York, Paris Fashion Week, yeah, I'm finally in the scene
In the field, you gotta be mean
In the field, you gotta get tough
Cause this life it get rough, but I never give a fuck
She love the way I grab her thighs and the way I grab her butt
She pull her fingers through my hair
I said, baby, I'm off that, liquor and that weed
I got what you need
Baby, let's get to it
Catch a vibe with me
Yeah, she tryna take my heart, she want all of me
Love at first, from the start, she wanna be part of me
A part of me thinks that we won't even last
So many demons from my past
I lost a lot, but I gained everything
I guess I'll never be the same
The person that you met before
Had to find myself, that's why I left out the door
I put my faith in myself
All the troubles and situations I had to deal with
All by myself
All by myself
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