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YoungBoyBrown, on my kid I ain't want no dealings with you I'll drop the ceiling with you Louis duffle bag got the bands in it It hold more than a hundred-fifty (Yeah, yeah) I ain't losing, nigga, I'm winning Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah) I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah) Nigga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp) Catch the front end, back end, then dip Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my tip Know lil' shawty can he pause like clips Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah These boys be some hoes You'll never ever know They hatin' on you on the low You'll never ever know They don't want you to succeed, man They don't want to see you with the lords But I'm living top floor Letras de cancionesI'm dripping in the latest clothes And I'm all in and out your ho Bust down Rollie on me and it's frozen Now I'm onto you, I'ma just hold on I fucked her so good, told the girl hold on Told my mama, "I got you, girl, just hold on'" Baby mama had me a beautiful baby girl, so hold on Y'all niggas ain't seein' me Y'all niggas can't be me Y'all niggas can't fuck with me Y'all niggas can't manage me Y'all niggas can't invest in me So you already know I ain't want no dealings with you I'll drop the ceiling with you Louis duffle bag got the bands in it It hold more than a hundred-fifty (Yeah, yeah) I ain't losing, nigga, I'm winning Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah) I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah) Nigga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp) Catch the front end, back end, then dip Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my tip Know lil' shawty can he pause like clips Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah Yeah, I don't spend time with these bitches I ain't got time for y'all bitch-ass niggas, okay I don't spend a dime on these bitches And these niggas out here stealing my drip, okay Niggas ain't stack my riches .223 on me, nah, I don't ride with no K Conley Road, yeah, we gon' get it Me and Lil Gotit put that on the map, okay, yeah In the old-school, trippin' on your main bitch, yeah, yeah Trappin' out the band', I ain't talking trash can, yeah, yeah Y'all niggas acting like hoes, yeah, you transexual, yeah, yeah I'll take care of the family, yeah, I take care of the bills They ain't talking 'bout my dress code, nah 'Cause when I put this shit on, ain't no flaws Long live Mexico, that's my dawg Hellcat, king, yeah, of the South I ain't want no dealings with you (Oh yeah) I'll drop the ceiling with you (Yeah) Louis duffle bag got the bands in it It hold more than a hundred-fifty (Yeah, yeah) I ain't losing, nigga, I'm winning Yeah, I'm rocking Chanel britches (Yeah, yeah) I had the gang ridin' in the Bentleys (Yeah, yeah) Nigga, be quiet, you an itty-bitty (Shrimp) Catch the front end, back end, then dip Bad lil' bitch, yeah, she came on my tip Know lil' shawty can he pause like clips Go and get a bag then I flip it like a gymnast (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah (Yeah, yeah) Oh yeah From Letras Mania