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A hundred racks, bustin' out the Louie bag, ooh wee If I like the bitch I'ma buy a Birkin bag, ooh wee I just fucked a rapper baby momma, I'm like, "ooh wee" Look at my jewels, look at my chain, I'm like, "ooh wee" I just mixed the perky with the xan, I'm like, "ooh wee" I just had a threesome with yo' friend, I'm like, "ooh wee" Ooh wee, ooh wee Ooh wee, ooh wee Fucked this bitch and gave her back, I just brought my killer strap I put Chicago on the map, I'm a man, I'm a threat Gang member and I rap, say he gang but that's cap Johnny dang, that shit crap, fuck this bitch on Insta snap Millionaire I got clout, fucked that bitch 'cause I got clout Put a xanny in her mouth, put a perky in her mouth We be in the field, for real, niggas they be in the house Keep on frontin' like you like her, I'ma back door And we got so many MACs, like an apple And I got on Armani jean on my tracksuit You ain't get no cash, don't ask hoe I ain't got no xan, molly all in the capsule Look at my wrist, look at my gang, look at my drip Look at my bitch, Gucci snake, look at the hilt Got a LA bitch, she like the coke I got a NYC bitch she say, "Yoke" Even though I got a mansion, bitch, I sleep in New York Letras de cancionesAnd the way I drip designer, like I sleep in the store And she bad and boujee, if he rat I call him ratatouille Look at the back of the jewelry Got my AP from Shine, he got me shinin' I got my choker from Izzy, look at these diamonds Balenciaga running shoes, I be stylin' And I'd rather dress myself, fuck a stylist 100 racks, bustin' out the Louie bag, ooh wee If I like the bitch, I'ma buy a Birkin bag, ooh wee I just fucked a rapper baby momma, I'm like, "ooh wee" Look at my jewels, look at my chain, I'm like, "ooh wee" I just mixed the perky with the xan, I'm like, "ooh wee" I just had a threesome with yo' friend, I'm like, "ooh wee" Ooh wee, ooh wee Ooh wee, ooh wee I put Detroit on the map, let them niggas get off It's bags on all my bitch, they come outside and knock they shit off These Jack Boys see that jewelry, they gon' make you take that shit off The opps look like big boys, niggas can't touch me, I'm Big Dawg 100 racks on the other end like a kickoff, 10-4 Same day, we gon' kill dawg, y'all beef last for a year long Outta town to go get the bag and that shit sold before I get home Y'all sneak dissin' then see me, y'all get to dick suckin', you niggas weirdos I came up from nothing, nigga, you can't tell me shit Soon as I hit, call her nigga phone, "come get this bitch" You come meet her at the corner, bro, don't pull up to my crib Big FN, if I let it hit, that car gonna flip I done made it thru that mud and that rain Reach for my neck, it's gon' be blood on this chain That real nigga shit ain't on me, it run through my veins You ain't gang, better run from that bang, I got aim nigga Blah! Ooh, let me tell you about Chicago and Detroit Let me tell you about Chicago and Detroit Ooh, about Chicago and Detroit Gang gang gang I've been to O block, for real I really don' seen them drills Yo' bitch a freak, for real Wet up her sheets, for real Wet up yo' tee, for real Show you how nina feel How much it cost to show my face? A ki, for real 100 racks, bustin' out the Louie bag, ooh wee If I like the bitch, I'ma buy a Birkin bag, ooh wee I just fucked a rapper baby momma, I'm like, "ooh wee" Look at my jewels, look at my chain, I'm like, "ooh wee" I just mixed the perky with the xan, I'm like, "ooh wee" I just had a threesome with yo' friend, I'm like, "ooh wee" Ooh wee, ooh wee Ooh wee, ooh wee From Letras Mania