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Yeah, yeah I've been wanting to coupe ain't no clarity in my whips That Rollie bezzel dazzle, the clarity on my wrist That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up All my enemies defeated, we run it up All my money go away when I count it up Used kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve Keep a couple pistols in my furniture Every time they serve my set, we came to service yours Tell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more? We never wave no white flag in this servant war Head shots so you murder stores Check out my perfect form Straight out the eye of this perfect storm I did my mine with a perfect score Don't waste time I just work some more Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes I'ma take it overboard Goyard by my .44 Letras de cancionesGo hard cause this world is yours I'ma pay that fee Smoked out with this E-40 on Bossed up like a Corleone In these Maybach seats I've been wanting to coupe ain't no clarity in my whips That Rollie bezzel dazzle, the clarity on my wrist That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up All my enemies defeated, we run it up All my money go away when I count it up Projects to the condo, thinkin' bout should I decorate? Only motivation I ever needed was Section 8 Pissy staircases, rats and roaches, wasn't restin' late Coke and dope we separate Ain't bagged it yet, they better wait S600 black Mercedes-Benz, I love the features Free my cousin, the D's caught him with 100 pieces Foreign visas, smokin' in Japan, I'm from the cement One of the homies start tellin', I ain't wanna believe it Backwoods still burnin' out, Maserati murkin' This that shit they ain't heard about, certified in person Real niggas serve a purpose, write my life out in these verses Clarity in this Rollie, my bitch into Fendi purses On Slauson with no license, Nipsey told me bring a two liter Twenty thousand on me, I just made that shit off two features Cuzzo just came home and all he askin' for is new sneakers Sun up to sundown I used to trap, I was like who need it? Dave East nigga I've been wanting to coupe ain't no clarity in my whips That Rollie bezzel dazzle, the clarity on my wrist That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up All my enemies defeated, we run it up All my money go away when I count it up From Letras Mania