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That's what Bankroll Fresh say, "yo' cap ain't shit" He be like "damn boy, yo' cap ain't shit, boy" RIP Bankroll Fresh, keep all this shit like a mixtape Ayy, Tony! I can fuck a bitch, hey, born rich Okay, Romeo, Juliet I don't got security, where's the toolies at And I'm a big [?] [?] She love the way a nigga gotta keep her heart Ayy, and I'm havin' fun, and I'm havin' fun Niggas stop dead, they gon' meet a hundred round drum Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom I'm Johnny Bravo, huh, and she Betty Boop, huh And we walk around like we bulletproof Fully loaded, fully loaded I swear to god, these niggas, yeah, they fraud Yeah, cold heart [?] Swear to god these niggas try to act hard 'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy [?] I don't wanna [?] gotta keep [?] [?] why you tryna bе real Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal Letras de canciones Okay, baby shake ya ass in thе sundress Baby shake ya ass in the sundress Twerk it all night, I'm on the percocet Okay, fuck you all night on the percocet Baby so cute I buy her clothes Baby so cute I'ma pull up and shoot And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof And I'm claustrophobic so I had to lose the roof Fatman KEY!, I'm eatin' everything though Fatman, fatman, ice cream truck (hello?) [?] when we make love when you actin' up Free all my niggas movin' weight [?] I swear to god, these niggas, yeah, they fraud Yeah, cold heart [?] Swear to god these niggas try to act hard 'Til my nigga put a AR to his heart, ayy, ayy [?] I don't wanna [?] gotta keep [?] [?] why you tryna be real Fuckin' yo' bitch and I know you gon' squeal From Letras Mania