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Yo, why the fuck you steal this beat? Ayy No one does it better, I'll admit it Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (Whatcha do?) Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?) Big buck hunt, go shot for shot If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll I'ma pipe it up (Uh), I'ma heat it up (Oh) I'ma munch you little shit, you little buttercup (Skrrt) I ain't take no risk (Ayy), only drop them hits (Hits) Rap game with a condom, I'm gon' really save my shit (Yuh) Please say please, you rude bitch (Uh) When I speak it's a sale pitch (Skrrt) Now I'm, uh, real rich (Rich) Maury Povich, now you under pressure Diamonds never break, 'cause they real (Real) Leased ten tracks, yeah, now I got a deal Mix blue and green, yeah, baby, call it teal I got money now, huh, I did it with ease Every single time I smell your bullshit, I sneeze One, two, three, yeah, I know my ABC's Letras de cancionesW, X, Y, Z, yeah, suck on these No one does it better, I'll admit it Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (Whatcha do?) Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?) Big buck hunt, go shot for shot If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll Tummy kinda hurtin', 'bout to kill it like a murder Dippin' while I'm sippin', I'm wishin' I'm Timmy Turner Turn up, bumpin' Big Trippy and bbnobucks So tough, team always eatin', you gettin' no lunch Hold up, lookin' at the skyline Feelin' hella down, but like, I'm fine Pussy motherfucker, got nine lives Phone lookin' grown on, nine, nine 'Bout to be battlin', war always been happenin' Motherfuckers talkin' but they never did nothin' before Trippy been goin' on tour Drunk as a fish on the floor Higher than medical gas, takin' me straight to the morgue I'm a dead man walkin' Gettin' too drunk, puttin' holes in the apartment Homie so pissed at the kid, but I'm sorry Uh, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'll admit it, I'm gone No one does it better, I'll admit it Cocky under pressure, I'll admit it Oops, I changed the weather, I'll admit it Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll (Whatcha do?) Really 'bout my gouda a lot, a lot (What?) Big buck hunt, go shot for shot If you wanna scrap, pull up, pull up Baby, aggro, rollin' up the payroll From Letras Mania