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(YoungBoyBrown, on my kids) I'ma fuck wit' these niggas how they fuck wit' me (Fuck wit' me) I can't show no love 'cause they ain't showed no love to me (Fuck them niggas) Yeah, I was just thuggin' in these fuckin' streets Yeah, what did you think? Nigga, you ain't think (Yeah, let's go) What did you think? Better use your mind, please don't tweak (Use your mind) I went down bad, nigga, got on my feet (On my feet) Niggas, they show no love, they ain't fuck wit' me Know they gon' switch up I can't switch up Stayed ten toes Ride in the Rolls Gotta get go Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm I can't fuck with these niggas Private location, you can't get it Letras de cancionesBad lil' bitch, I gotta hit it Yeah, then I gotta dismiss it .22 on me, Emmitt Smith Niggas act funny, ain't know shit I get money, can't worry 'bout a bitch Yeah, thumb through the check, gotta get to the shit Niggas act funny, ain't worried 'bout that shit These niggas just talk-talk, they on my dick Just keep thumbing Just keep coming I flex, yeah, don't even work out Not in a drought Move the work in and out (Gone) Ooh, need that cash in a large amount I ain't need no help Do this shit myself They lost faith in me I ain't worried 'bout nothing Jeremy Lin, got me a ring Addicted to these finer things I'ma hop out a coupe wit' a beam All this off the dome but these niggas think I write this shit All these niggas clones 'cause they gon' bite this shit Come here, bitch, and suck this dick No, I don't even like the bitch Ooh, yeah, I'm gone Hop in the coupe, gone Smoking too strong They won't leave me alone Please don't blow my phone I speak a different language, just like Rosetta Stone I'm lost in my mind I can't waste no time Foreign coupe, ain't got no mileage All this drip, ain't go no stylist These niggas mad just 'cause I'm popping Niggas better stop it Got that pocket rocket I won't hesitate to pop it Back on that bullshit My niggas tote full clips Steppin' on niggas just like ants I got a check wit' no advance Yeah, I do this Knew this You new to this Blue bitch Get out my way Niggas hate Yeah, they fake Won't hesitate Won't press the brakes Always on the gas Moving real fast Yeah, get that check, blow it real fast Get it right back Addicted to these racks No hooks From Letras Mania