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What is this Play Dirty This my family That's all I think about Boss Maybach Music Yeah, that's family Ask about us yeah we're Certified, certified, certified In my hood they love us cause they know we're Certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) She wanna fuck, I only let her if she's Certified, certified, certified (behave!) You wanna hit it, she ain't with it You ain't certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) Everyone you see around me yeah they're certified Says she wanna try my chain on When I park up, that's your bae gone I swear the ass was enormous The last time we all seen it, it was August So don't ever leave your bitch lonely Cause I'm a young thug getting rich homie Rap life My car stick in your memory, that's what I call a flash drive Letras de cancionesI got her backing up her bumper Broom broom, but this ain't my mum's car Certified what they gonna say Tell the waiter more cheese on my bolognaise Ask about us yeah we're Certified, certified, certified In my hood they love us cause they know we're Certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) She wanna fuck, I only let her if she's Certified, certified, certified (behave!) You wanna hit it, she ain't with it You ain't certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) Everyone you see around me yeah they're certified Say you that nigga I bet you probably one of them "I pay you back" niggas Feds stopped me like "Did you see the crime?" Sorry officer, I'm legally blind Gold chain, iced it Take a picture of me, that's an ice pic White babes love us like the Wayans brothers I'm a black man in a white chick From the streets, so be careful where you roll around Could get POP if you don't hold it down All these red bottoms getting silly More pairs than Ricky Ask about us yeah we're Certified, certified, certified In my hood they love us cause they know we're Certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) She wanna fuck, I only let her if she's Certified, certified, certified (behave!) You wanna hit it, she ain't with it You ain't certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) Everyone you see around me yeah they're certified Certified, we the bosses (Maybach Music) We getting money over here Let me break it down for you Catch me out in London, niggas with me mobbin' hard In the club you see we banging like it's Scotland Yard POP these bitches with me really hold it down Rock around and rock in cars that a half a million pounds Eyes open cause them broke niggas still snatchin' chains Homicide stretch your mama on that front page Ain't no love or sympathy, what the fuck is a friend? So cut throat just to float in this comfortable Benz Still blowing money fast, Lizzie's in that duffle bag Sometimes I still fly commercial, count it all in first class Started with a single so I had to flip it nigga 80 million later, still be quick to whip it nigga Double M, my D.C. homies got Obama ties If you try me I'ma bust you cause I'm certified Seen a hundred bricks, got a hundred shots Boss one hunnid, bitch go check my body count Ask about us yeah we're Certified, certified, certified In my hood they love us cause they know we're Certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) She wanna fuck, I only let her if she's Certified, certified, certified (behave!) You wanna hit it, she ain't with it You ain't certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!), certified (Ugh!) Everyone you see around me yeah they're certified From Letras Mania