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I got mob ties, got to know my purpose My little bitch perfect Had to go spend that on that Birkin yea Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it Niggas trying to get the game from me Promise I’m still learning Got it by my lone I was broke but now I’m on though Waving like I’m wheezy This that beat I got from tone though Shorty texted me tripping Because my life just like my songs go I been with my daughter Now I’m back up in that mode though Infant Coot will fold bro Lil shawty been feeling my mojo I could pull up cullinan Put that bitch in traffic Put that bitch on jets Now she don’t go through bag checks Show me where it’s up at and we gone tap in yea Brought that bitch them Louis shoes She ain’t mackin yea Let that bitch sit moon roof Is you tapped in yet Letras de cancionesApply it we gone move through it Fuck this rapping Big truck go vroom vroom it ain’t that wagon Kicked up by a pool Cooling with this bad bitch yea And I still keep my tool tool Like it’s fashion yea We gone crash him Them niggas ain’t gone show you who they is undercover Niggas keep talking about real Niggas can’t get in my bubble yea Trying to give a nigga the game Nigga gon flip around and fumble Been about my duffle I got mob ties, got to know my purpose My little bitch perfect Had to go spend dat on that Birkin yea Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it Niggas trying to get the game from me Promise I’m still learning Got it by my lone I was broke but now I’m on though Waving like I’m wheezy This that beat I got from tone though Shorty texted me tripping Because my life just like my songs go I been with my daughter Now I’m back up in that mode though Hundred grand up in two months, I spent that shit on clothes I could sell a bitch a dream, won’t sell my soul I could still hit the trap and make it roll I got mob ties, gotta grab that stick when I hit the door I got these people on my trail they want to read me my rights I’m an angel to my mother but a demon at night Big old stepper big old bag could put a brick up in the hood I put a bag up on your head, no deposit they know it’s good Million dollars off a tape but it won’t bring my dog back, all facts I’ll give it all back, just to get a call back I got mob ties, got to know my purpose My little bitch perfect Had to go spend dat on that Birkin yea Make it easy for me to feel like it was worth it Niggas trying to get the game from me Promise I’m still learning Got it by my lone I was broke but now I’m on though Waving like I’m wheezy This that beat I got from tone though Shorty texted me tripping Because my life just like my songs go I been with my daughter Now I’m back up in that mode though From Letras Mania