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Yeah, uh, uh Run that back Turbo Yeah We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon' let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (Yeah, uh, racks) VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls I'm the real drip, but don't shop at the mall Pint and two liters, it's hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, I'm choppin' it off Stackin' these millions, gettin' big as the law Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Young Charlie Sheen, let the cash talk Drove them coupes so fast I broke the asphalt Took that bag and I'm blowin' your ass off I'ma hop in this spaceship and blast off Look for the big body Jaguar Letras de cancionesTold 'em Gunna stay fresher than Lysol Told myself and the team, this the last law Sippin' codeine got me sleepy I see you a hater through 3D [?] Maybach, Mercedes You want you a show, need to pay me Wasn't old enough, wish I sold dope in the As I know for sure I'd be whippin' the baby Fuckin' the shit out your ho, make her crazy Play with them sticks like I'm born into Haiti Got me a bag, this shit fat like a maze One of One jeans, these the only ones made All of this ice, it must be a ice age My future too bright, gotta keep us some shade She wan' ride the mic, put the dick in her face I fuck with your type, you can fuck and get paid Designer my life but I still rock the Js I ran it up, set a price for my name We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon' let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (Yeah, uh, racks) VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls I'm the real drip, but don't shop at the mall Pint and two liters, it's hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, I'm choppin' it off Stackin' these millions, gettin' big as the law Hey, uh Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off If she fuck me, gotta fuck my dawgs I pour up some lean mixed with adderal Too many racks in these jeans, toss some more in my draws I got my Givenchy bag, can't find this in the mall You done ran up them bands, how you do that Yung Mal? Had to stay down in the summer, the winter, the spring, and the fall I got too many bitches, can't answer they calls Too many spots, we at condos and lofts Too many whips, spent two-fifty on cars Too much of this drip, make 'em eat up the sauce Too many slimes, you forever get crossed Too many crimes 'cause I'm never gon' talk Ain't goin' broke, bitch, I got racks in the vault Private jet, you know we flyin' the whole Me and Gunna spent a dime in New York Play with that fire when they think it's a drought Got me racks on me now, got some more at the house When and did a show, I left your ho at the house I stay ready for war if you know it or not, uh Sippin' the syrup out the pint, yeah They want me to lose but I can't, nah We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon' let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (Yeah, uh, racks) VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls I'm the real drip, but don't shop at the mall Pint and two liters, it's hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, I'm choppin' it off Stackin' these millions, gettin' big as the law From Letras Mania