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Mm Yeah Let me get it from right here La Musica De Harry Fraud She'll never be the same, once she give me the box Look at my chain and the ice on my watch Copy on the Gram all things that I rock Baby, I'm the man and your nigga a flop "Damn, Khalifa man, where you been at?" Probably with your bitch, fucking where you pay rent at If it's a race then I'm finna lap you I'm in the gym everyday but I'm not finna scrap you I'm too high to get violent I'd rather smoke, find a bitch that I can ride with Fake niggas, I don't vibe with I'm getting paid, so the bank is where you find me And a Playa, that's what I be Makin' moves, stick and move like Ali Real nigga, don't try me I wear my own and a nigga ain't gotta sign me Gang Tss, I was kicking it with this one bitch, man I was over at her house and shit She was, on my motherfucking nerves Letras de cancionesAnd I'm like "Man, what the fuck is you even talking about?" And I'm runnin' out of weed and shit too That's the wrong time to fuck with a nigga like that, man Hold on, baby, let me get my phone Hold up, I gotta call a new bitch 'Cause I'm a gangsta and you be on some bullshit She like "Naw, you leave me, imma lose it" I'm like "Bitch, you just love me 'cause my music" She like "Naw, I fuck witchu since way back I can't even believe you would say that" I'm like "Girl, you know what it is, you know the biz" She like "Naw, they don't come as real as this" She rolled the weed up, cook and cleaned the crib Soon as we leave the club, I be in her ribs She's like "Think you ever meet a better bitch?" I fucked her one more time and got in a win I can't even lie, that shit was great Shit, and if I ever need it again Imma call you Roll some, smoke some Rolling Papers II Roll some, smoke some Rolling Papers II Roll some, smoke some Rolling Papers...II From Letras Mania