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Holla at ya boy My swag ugly like Lonzo Ball's shoe But it's all looks and niggas [?] when I fall through I'm a dog like [?] I'm looking for a spar, unite it all Watch me stuff your memoirs inside a cigar I'm getting blazed in your memory Crush these weak niggas like: ha, sheesh, give me energy My whole fleet moving with mystique, that's that synergy Lame niggas talking like they made in the spot light looking finicky Y'all bore, I'm more American Horror Story You bore my words like paranoia to a porch warrior boy Not in my category Running that weak fade like Joe Torre I'm in the clutch where niggas worry, shit I'm Robert Horry And this some [?] Protect your neck and get your chest split for your necklace, young and reckless Ayy, ayy Get that chest split for that necklace, young and reckless I don't know where I come from with all this shit I be thinking But you not seeing me, you motherfuckers keep dreaming My heart froze solid like I'm some kind of anemic Stick my fingers down a trap like I'm some kind of bulimic Letras de cancionesSwear my fingers stay itchy, I don't need no glove And if ain't about the money nigga we don't budge Still from the mud, I'm from the scummy, I don't need no love All my family can't stand if you don't bleed no blood I was hitting it [?] From Letras Mania