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All these bands on me, I can't fucking move All these bands on me, I can't fucking move All these bands on me, I can't fucking move Where my Louie go, I spilled it on my shoes My body it get chilly, when I rock my jewels I be looking like a dolphin in these yellow Trues Baby I can't dance, but my diamonds can So many Franklin's in my pocket, bust the rubber band Chillin on a fifth, I think I'm bro-man If I can't fuck yo bitch, then my brother can My main girl said she don't go with me, I don't give a fuck I got all kinds of hoes White Pradas black shoe strings, these bitches looking like dominoes Might catch a cold, cause my wrist froze I hit her once, then we switch hoes Y'all switch things, switch jeans I been handcuffed since I was 16 In a Gucci tee, and it's kinda tight Rat bitch, say I'm dressing white Just mad she ain't spend the night Tell her head first, then she get the pipe Bye bye you gotta leave ho, buffed up like Deebo Any nigga try to rob me, he a jackass like Steve-O If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em Letras de cancionesTrue Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on 'em All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em White girl tryna smoke me one With a choosin bitch, and I'm the chosen one Give y'all niggas the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don't know what color let me open one Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it's that over ton That's no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie I'm high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL With a model bitch, and she shy as hell She don't speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep If you don't work, you don't eat Niggas starving like Marvin, see more green nigga then it's sparking Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin If the blunt rolled, then I spark it Yeah that shit rolled, then I spark it My bitch mad cause I'm high again, her legs spread and I'm diving in No peek-a-boo Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I'm peeking through If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on 'em All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em From Letras Mania