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I'm sick of the rah-rah-rah I'm not finna slide if your block hot Big rock band, he's a shooter Heard him talkin' about the hacks, no computer (Yeah) Eat a drumstick (Yeah) Top dawg, but my bitch still eat Top Ramen (Yeah) Met my mom My mom said she a top woman (Yeah) I got fame and she help me keep my conscious (Yeah) I don't sneak around, if I do, I have fun (Huh) If they cancel me, then I retire, get the drum (Yeah) If they cancel me, then I might have to pop the trunk (Yeah) If they cancel me, I black on black my Air Force Ones (Yeah, let's go) Tired of rah-rah-rah Serve a look, bitch face like raw, raw, raw Say he quit the double cup, that's raw, raw, raw Hit your ho, I'm finna nut, say bye, bye, bye Leave a nigga stranded I'm a fuck nigga (Yeah, yeah) I'm a fuckin' bandit (Yeah) On my momma Janice (Okay) Eatin' Church's Chicken (Chicken) All I eat is chicken (Yeah) Beat the box like (Let's go) Letras de cancionesBeat the box like (Let's go) Whole Foods on my neck, fuckin' up Pink clothes to my neck, fuckin' up My bitch messy, my neck fuckin' up I get bands, you pay respect, fuckin' up Check, check, check, check, check please Check one, two, get your bitch off me Your bitch on TV if my sex tape leak Your bitch on DVD, she won an ESPY Tired of raw, raw, raw Serve a look, bitch phrase like raw, raw, raw Say he quit the double cut, that's raw, raw, raw Hit your ho, I'm finna nut, say bye, bye, bye From Letras Mania