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(Al Geno on the track) It was never 'posed to be this way Count a million every time I blink, yeah She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah Look past the surface, you might see me well We ship the work, that's why my nigga got a CDL Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry Yeah, yeah She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes But she can't get nothin' but the D just like I'm barely passin' Young nigga swervin' in that Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it I'm out in Cali with the gang, I'm smokin' Calabasas I went too hard in this shit, I got my boys in this bitch And you might think we goin' fishin', we got rods in this bitch You ain't makin' no noise in this bitch 'cause we gon' blow your head to pieces Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin' Four in the morning, get to creepin' Nigga, they yawnin' and they sleepin' My hitman just like a deacon, this shit turn me to a demon Niggas told me this my season, I ain't turned back yet Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check, yeah Letras de cancionesMy young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah I might get you hit just for playin' on my top, yeah Rylo, that's my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah My chains hittin' like the sun, they think my jeweler from Phoenix They ask why you in Palm Angels while you ridin' in a Demon? Even though we be [?][1:28] that lil' ho swallow my semen Free Duke and Juice, my niggas Bloods down the road like [?] Grew up by myself, don't even wanna die alone Bill with T-Mobile, but I spent way more money on this styrofoam They say lil' mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah I was thinkin' 'bout him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn That nigga was speakin' on my name, fifty thousand on my chain He said the last one was [?][1:47] Six-figure nigga, I'm still on the block Two hundred on my car dash like I'm Travis Scott Two hundred on my car dash like I'm Kanye West Count a million every time I blink, yeah She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah Look past the surface, you might see me well We ship the work, that's why my nigga got a CDL Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry From Letras Mania