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Ayy Yeah, yeah Give me the circle yellow junt, the Chinese, Jackie Chan She wanna speed up Get her the orange and white junts Pop a addy, that's a rush hour (rush hour) Chinese girl named Su Yung (Su Yung) I just gave her a nut shower ([where at?]) Turn the Yukon to a futon (ugh) In the trenches 'fore the show start (where?) Face card good, no coupon (trenches) These niggas feminine, crying and bleeding I need to start selling tampons (pussy) Shows after shows, money I gross Can't help but ball, I was just broke Ain't watch no cable, I was outdoors Chains Lucky Charms, big pot of gold She catch an attitude 'cause I ain't fucking her She knew I'm in her city, but I'm ducking her I had to bust a move in a scuffler I keep a tool, never been a scuffler I make these rap dudes get they hustle up (hustle up) This a one of one, this a thumbs up I left some dope money in a Sun Trust Kush musty, arms up Letras de cancionesI got on water, I'm a lil' wavy Drippin' like gravy, you so fugazi Smoking Gelato, hitting like AB Somebody taze me, feeling lil' lazy She keep a nigga on standby (waiting) But she treat me like priority (urgent) She just pulled up with a gang full of hoes, it's looking like a sorrority (squad) Whenever I don't get the jet, I'm Delta, sky priority I throw me a set, got the mansion looking just like a orgy (niggas and bitches) We taking phones, just in case these hoes try to record me (hol' up, you tweaking) How you gon' start something? When you see me, you gon' try to avoid me (you must was geeking) I just might take a Perc' and then go turbo Turn into Boston George by my peso I'm really in the field like a scarecrow Put up the old 100's, them the retros Working these pounds, I got me some abs I feel like I'm Dexter, stay in the lab She cut you off, so she up for grabs I gave her a tab and fucked to my raps Hitters on go, wanna make you a ghost Might get mad at me if I tell 'em no Shop at Melrose, I'm on the West Coast Bitch say I look better when she got up close All type of shit come with this life, you don't the half (you don't the half) I'ma keep fucking this money machine, let's do the math (I'ma stay focused, though) Why would I keep it 100 with niggas, I only get half (I only get 50) I'm so equipped, Cartier's on Cleared my path (I can see a lil' better) I get legit cash at a fast route (but I just made a serve using Cash App) I just might sip syrup, then lash out (you know the whip mine 'cause the tags out. hey!) Rocking side to side on a Xan now (damn, let's see how it pan out) [?], money in a stash house (woah, they can't see the man now, nope) From Letras Mania