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Off that vanity With choppers cause calamity, and folks gon' lose they sanity I’m stoned in Los Angeles, where bitches lose they sanity With choppers cause calamity, yeah So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand) Check inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man) Lookin’ at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man) When you winnin', they gon' talk that shit, don't give a damn (ayy) Bitch, I'm turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition Turned up, I don't need to hear no opposition Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from bitches I’m turned up, feelin’ large, y'all fuck boys don’t try no shit That victory mirage, it's not real life, I'll fry your shit I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I'm knockin’ my list off Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I'm pissed off Bitch, I got scars, they don't want me in charge We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar Someone stopped me in the street, thought they'd seen a shootin' star That's just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand) Look inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man) Lookin' at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man) Letras de cancionesWhen you winnin', people talk that shit, don't give a damn (ayy) Show up after shows, who brought these hoes to the lobby? I showed up on the harley, turn this hotel to a party Know shawty think she in love when she get to poppin' molly Can't say that shit back, I'm sorry, we get drugs in by the dolly I'm too lit, I'm too pit, I'm too turned up with my clique I'm too real to be arguin' with y'all, beefin' 'bout a bitch I'm too focused on myself, that's why I'm on a winnin' spree I'm too drunk, too monogamous, in love with hennessy, yeah And my bitch so bad, she got big booty, remedy, hey Skrt off in the foreign car, that drive serenity, yeah One time this lil thotty sucked me, used too many teeth, yeah Had to kick that lil hoe out the damn vicinity Go for infinity, my flow more than the legs on centipede Keep it one century, can't talk 'bout real ones and not mention me Ben Franklin mentored me, and got sent for me, drive in my bentley They can't stop what's meant to be, I'm turned up like I'm meant to be So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand) Look inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man) Lookin' at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (ayy) When you winnin', people talk that shit, don't give a damn (damn) Turned up, on a bitch, like I'm postal Postal, yeah, call that, call that goin' postal Turned up, on a bitch (ayy), like I'm postal Yeah, fuck, call that goin' postal From Letras Mania