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[Intro] Get it [Chorus] I think she ready for a kiddy She told me she gon' make me miss her She let me wet her whole lil' ceiling My dick like crack so yeah, I'm dealing She gotta love him, Peter Griffin Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish I'm going down with her hard 'til I'm addicted [Verse 1] Where the fuck you going, girl? I miss you I wanna bang like a pistol I wanna bang like a Crip do I'm banging red like suu whoo, ooh Brand new Rollie I'm living sporty Flood you with gold like a trophy She still the bomb, call her lotus Hey, racks keep me up without Folger's I'm up, I'm up I might hit 'em with them bucks just in case he got luck This a Crime Mob lifestyle nigga, knuck if you buck Just 'cause I'm in New York with a puck Don't mean you won't get stuck up, up Ayy, I might just tell this ho my secrets First I like them red like a demon A purse, every time lil' momma catch me cheating Starburst, I won't eat it unless she creamy [Chorus] I think she ready for a kiddy She told me she gon' make me miss her She let me wet her whole lil' ceiling My dick like crack so yeah, I'm dealing She gotta love him, Peter Griffin Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted [Verse 2] I done completed my little mission I put something in your stomach next to your kidney I want nothing to do with none of these lil' bitches I want something to do with everything and I'm willing To go to church and ask God there for forgiveness For everything and tell that preacher that I'm gon' remember Him bringing you in my life and that's on my children Fuck all them other hoes talking, they Wendy Williams Now your wrist got ice like December I pour out the paint like Mutumbo I'm a fucking lion like Simba And, yeah, my girl ballin' like Kendra [Chorus] I think she ready for a kiddy She told me she gon' make me miss her She let me wear her whole lil' ceiling My dick like crack so yeah, I'm dealing She gotta love him, Peter Griffin Nut on the front of her head like I'm Eddie Griffin I make it count, I'm a star and she can make a wish I'm going down with her hard till I'm addicted