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Yeah I'm just sayin' that, yeah I just, damn Yeah, yeah I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn' Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Don't try to hold that, you can't control that I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick Big screen livin' shit, sixteen nearin', and "Zay, 'fore you leave, Can you fuck me in the mirror, yeah?" Baby, I got too many bitches, not to mention them Hoes, I don't even know they names but they be feelin' it tough They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas Before you fuckin' go purchase your Gary Paytons I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy You shouldn't fuck with these niggas, we was the reckless Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record Smooth nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Letras de cancionesZay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular Fuck you think they callin' me, "Him?" I'm a competitor Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors Shit, why you think we Top Dawgs? Niggas different, uh I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin' Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van Just some young hood niggas with no guidance like Drake and Chris My latest shit, make niggas elevate they pimp My new chick always say she ain't no basic bitch Well, tell me why we always argue over basic shit? That's crazy 2020, we can burn one I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some No more buyin' bags for bitches that can't afford one No more gettin' brain from bitches that I can't learn from Look, we done went from H to the Izzo To now a bunch of niggas and bitches with all gimmicks Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit (That's my baby, haha) This shit screwed up (Oh), I stayed the same like grenades When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up (Look) I used to ride through the six with my boys, kick in your door Psychoanalysis, I feel like Sigmund Freud Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said "Damn, they don't make 'em like this a—" Bitch, you are doorbell dumb Lookin' from crumbs in the cracks of a couch in a mad house I laugh out loud at shit I'm mad 'bout Cash cow or mad cow if I ever cashed out Backpedals and tackles just turn into the rap route Mac robbin' niggas with MACs after he maxed out Called him again, minimum chance he get back out Scope and a lens, we was kids with bubble wrap Oblivious to the fact the candy lady was a trap house Slidin' through the city, I'm like Sly and the Stones I got the fam and the blicky if you're eyein' me wrong Told the cop, "It ain't the fifties, I'll pop this chrome And I will not be wrong," next stop we home (Yeah) With gin I'm in some pussy, I was knee-deeper than Funkadelics I am legend, that explain all the will that a nigga carry Talkin' real big wheel like Ferris, top that shit from the greatest Newborn babies, that shit newly apparent, REASON I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn' Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record Video vixen, she copped her tits from the store, said "Damn, they don't make 'em like this a—" Don't wanna hold on to somebody who I cannot trust You've seen that I have been trying since the very beginning Then the situation gets a little worse (Yeah), and I try to forget And then it gets a little worse, and I try to forget You gon' keep adding people? Soulful (Yeah, yeah) From Letras Mania