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Letra : I Miss U Btch
Uh
Yeah, yeah (Long time, b*t*h, I'm blowing up like CNN)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar b*t*hes, that I'm not allowed to miss)
Yeah
It's been a long time, b*t*h, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
Okay, she hella fine, think I'm finna let this lil' hoe in
Okay, I'm Number (N)ine drippin' and my jeans, they Rick Owens
Don't play with these n***as, man, they try this sh*t they getting killed
Don't play with these b*t*hes, man, she get kicked out, she actin' stiff
We in another city lit, Top Floor lit, with groupie b*t*hes
Young n***a, get rich don't let them stop you, just keep living
B*t*h, my diamonds cold as sh*t, really sick, and they shine vivid
B*t*h, I'm going Ludacris, high as sh*t and they can't stand this
Shut up b*t*h, just keep on dancing, I'm on the east side of Atlanta
Uh, peace sign, b*t*h, you lame as hell, my exotic on camera
Uh, No Stylist, I'm fly as hell, no, I don't need no help
Damn, your b*t*h lookin' fine as hell, and I think I can help her
It's been a long time, b*t*h, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
It's been a long time, b*t*h, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
Yeah, yeah (Long time, b*t*h, I'm blowing up like CNN)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit)
Yeah, yeah (Rockstar b*t*hes, that I'm not allowed to miss)
Yeah
It's been a long time, b*t*h, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
Okay, she hella fine, think I'm finna let this lil' hoe in
Okay, I'm Number (N)ine drippin' and my jeans, they Rick Owens
Don't play with these n***as, man, they try this sh*t they getting killed
Don't play with these b*t*hes, man, she get kicked out, she actin' stiff
We in another city lit, Top Floor lit, with groupie b*t*hes
Young n***a, get rich don't let them stop you, just keep living
B*t*h, my diamonds cold as sh*t, really sick, and they shine vivid
B*t*h, I'm going Ludacris, high as sh*t and they can't stand this
Shut up b*t*h, just keep on dancing, I'm on the east side of Atlanta
Uh, peace sign, b*t*h, you lame as hell, my exotic on camera
Uh, No Stylist, I'm fly as hell, no, I don't need no help
Damn, your b*t*h lookin' fine as hell, and I think I can help her
It's been a long time, b*t*h, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
It's been a long time, b*t*h, we blowin' up like CNN
I got Rockstar b*t*hes, I can't wait to see a hit
I got Rockstar hoes, that I'm not allowed to miss
Yeah, and I'm a real sharpshooter, when I shoot, man, I don't miss
