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Cardo, what’s hannin’? Shoot through your car door, shout out to Cardo My name’s Johnny She wanna get my name tatted I ain’t gotta say it You know about it, yeah I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down) It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets) Sports cars No more runnin’ from my past, ye- yeah Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat) Bad bitches Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me) Cash That’s how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah) Horses Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me) I’m gonna get me a water fountain You coulda still been mine (Been mine) But love, it’s too late I’m focused on this cake Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine (Damn) So many whips, which one gon’ drive today? But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine Letras de canciones Sexy as she wanna be, walkin’ like money (Check) Broke her heart a million times, but yet she still love me I’m comfy I can’t complain, baby, life lovely (Lovely) I wake up, count a hunid grand like it’s nothin’ (Numbers) ‘Frisco nigga, but got girls out in London (Good job) I rarely keep in touch, but I’ll text you when I’m comin’ I was down to my last, fuck complainin’, took chances Bitch, I’m all about advancin’, next month, I’m learnin’ Spanish What’s hannin’? Numbers I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down) Good job It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets) Thank you, God No more runnin’ from my past, ye- yeah No Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat) It’s my reality Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me) That’s how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah) It’s not a dream Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me) Thank you, God You coulda still been mine (Been mine) But love, it’s too late I’m focused on this cake Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine So many whips, which one gon’ drive today? But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine Ayy Tinted glass, plenty cash, fine women in my past Shit, I prefer the rack, yeah I could run for mayor, no, I could run for president I’m ghetto but elegant Spit it so eloquent Deep throatin’, she celibate It sound so intelligent You buy, we sellin’ it As far as all this talk about guns and the hidden trust-funds We get it in lump sums, just to shout out where I’m from Leimert Park, nigga I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down) Yeah It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets) The laundry mat No more runnin’ from my past, ye- yeah Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat) Liquor stores Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me) That’s how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah) [?] Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me) L.A.P.D You coulda still been mine (Been mine) Wow But love, it’s too late I’m focused on this cake Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine (Wow) So many whips, which one gon’ drive today? But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine I fuck with you, Larry From Letras Mania