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You know what I'm sayin' man Still drinkin' lean and shit Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign And that motherfucka be roarin' Big gun big, yeah show 'em City to city, I'm tourin' Lil Carti, I'm ready to pull up All of my diamonds they glowin' Fuck on your bih, yeah She left in the mornin' Diamonds they skatin' on ice Run it up bih, Jerry Rice Aye, hurt your feelings with the price Everythin' come with a price Everythin' come with a price 100,000, yeah my price Too many rings like I'm Mike I got the muhfuckin' mic I got the muhfuckin' ike I told your bitch to come trike Pass me the muhfuckin' mic I'm in the lobby, I'm piped I told that bih to come pipe Shawty wanna fuck on the pipe Letras de cancionesShawty gon' lick on the pipe I got the strap like a dyke I got the strap, I don't fight My diamonds they icey, aye My diamonds they ice, they bite Your diamonds they ight, a-ight Ask that lil bih, what's her type? Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign And that motherfucka be roarin' Big gun big, yeah show 'em City to city, I'm tourin' Lil Carti, I'm ready to pull up All of my diamonds they glowin' Fuck on your bih, yeah She left in the mornin' Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds Lint be your pockets if it ain't about hundreds I got Pirus in the lobby I got Pirus right behind me Cranberry drip with the red I might just pull up big boy Walk in the lobby like Gotti You can't trust me, I'm too poppin' These niggas they tryin' to plot Used to be robbin' Molly [?] This Spanish bih callin' me Papi She ride me like a Bugatti Hop in the foreign for the milage Peekaboo, fuck bitch I'm tired Booted up [?] never tired Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign And that motherfucka be roarin' Big gun big, yeah show 'em City to city, I'm tourin' Lil Carti, I'm ready to pull up All of my diamonds be glowin' Fuck on your bih, yeah She left in the mornin' Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds Lint be your pockets if it ain't about hundreds I got my bih in the lobby I got my whip right behind me Cranberry Jag with the Vet I might just pull up big boy Walk in the lobby like Gotti You can't trust me, I'm two petty These niggas they tryin' to plot Used to be robbin' Mami (?) This Spanish bih callin' me Papi She ride me like a Bughadi Hop in the (?) for the Masi Peekaboo, fuck what your ties be (?) never taught Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin' foreign And that motherfucka be roarin' Big gun big, yeah show 'em City to city, I'm tourin' Lil Carti, I'm ready to pull up All of my diamonds be glowin' Fuck on your bih, yeah She left in the mornin' From Letras Mania