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(Hook) I just fucked up the whole check on my Rollie You better come at me correct cus you don’t know me A half a million round my neck, I’m still the old me I’m on that sour, nigga, I ain’t movin slowly Hey! Hey! I got that check on me, I’ve been like that from day 1 I keep my niggas with me, I’ve been like that from day 1 I got the newest whips, I’ve been like that from day 1 I made that gwala flip, I’ve been like that from day 1 (Verse) I’m on promethazine, my coupe the color akron I got my hoodie on, ain’t goin not like Trayvon I’m on my hustle, since a young I learned to stay down I got young Nino with me and he’s to the playground Put VVSs and my watch is presidential If I fuck yo bitch you tell me can you keep it confidential? Ain’t no pressure on my presidents, these Franklins are official And my coupe is so official, runnin round with all my pistols 30 round that clip from since the day 1 I add-on on my whip, I never trade one I’m doin 100 miles along the streets and I ain’t racin I got the most expensive cars that’s very fast and very spacious Very bad bitches on my radar You are not a real nigga, nigga you’s a hater Letras de canciones (Hook) I just fucked up the whole check on my Rollie You better come at me correct cus you don’t know me A half a million round my neck, I’m still the old me I’m on that sour, nigga, I ain’t movin slowly Hey! Hey! I got that check on me, I’ve been like that from day 1 I keep my niggas with me, I’ve been like that from day 1 I got the newest whips, I’ve been like that from day 1 I made that gwala flip, I’ve been like that from day 1 (Verse) Cuban link on rock – it cost two hunned (shit two hunned) Damn prices high, excellent All white foreigns, make em hate some (they hate) Designer clothes look like I shop in London I got that yellow AP, different from my old one I talk that blood talk but nigga you don’t know one (trippin) I’m 100 dawg, I stand out from no one Bought a brick for me, I sold him a fake one (finesse) I take so many, been like that from day 1 Up off with them Cubans and them Haitians I fuck with them gangstas and them killers I know bitches realer than you niggas I know the streets gon be the streets (I do) Fuck niggas don’t deserve to eat (they don’t) And it been that day since day 1 (day 1) If a nigga get wrong I’mma spray some 100 round draw, I look like fresh I’m king (Hook) I just fucked up the whole check on my Rollie You better come at me correct cus you don’t know me A half a million round my neck, I’m still the old me I’m on that sour, nigga, I ain’t movin slowly Hey! Hey! I got that check on me, I’ve been like that from day 1 I keep my niggas with me, I’ve been like that from day 1 I got the newest whips, I’ve been like that from day 1 I made that gwala flip, I’ve been like that from day 1 From Letras Mania