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Y'all niggas know what's up You say, you say pandemic? (Yeah) Oh, you wanna see a pandemic? (Bunnyhop) Well shit, remove us from the game I don't lean Then shit'll really get crazy I don't lean Gangsta Grillz (Yeah) I don't lean but my house do Off the hill with the mean view (Yeah) Nice house, if you look out You can see some eagles and a few yachts Got a roommate, he won't move out If you want smoke, he the cool aunt And he drill shit, got the tool out It's the Wolf Gang, Brooklyn Zoo out (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah) Nigga, Wu-Tang, you get chewed out When we woo-hah, this is Flipmode And thеy know you're pussy like the douchе, ah Bitch, I'm cuckoo and his mouth wet (Cuckoo, cuckoo) He a pool now, used to stage dive, but they sue now I was too hot, TLC waterfalls on my chest help me cool out (Ah) Got too many cars, shit a go-kart (Yeah) They're catchin' dust, won't even start (Yeah) Earlobe with lemonheads, lookin' like Bart (Woo) Letras de cancionesKeep your Patek, I spent that on art (Spent that on art, nigga) How much it cost? Shit, I don't know (Nah) But I know that stage a million a show (True story) Stuck in my ways, they say, "How so?" First nigga put a bike rack on the Rolls, T (Fuck with me) A young turnt nigga, I be fuckin' these hoes Twenty appearance, I get it, I go (I'm here) Rich, tell the world, "Come see me out low" I ain't rockin' with cuz, nigga, free my bros (Trez) I ain't got no safe and they see me shinin' (Bitch, huh) Still fuck, I'm grindin' (Lame) Eighty for a gram, remind 'em (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Two-tone Patek in this bitch, goddammit (Ayy, ho) Ten bad hoes, nigga, look at that bitch (Look at that) Still sellin' dope, I be cookin' that shit (Man, for real, dog shit) My hoodie like six bands (Look, dog shit) Over a hunnid (Yeah, yeah) I'm from the bottom, bitch, we get money Might tip a good ho, but then she ain't gettin' nothin' Car go skrrt, hold on (Ha, pretty good, start it up) Nigga, you got lucky (Skrrt) All this paper, I can bet she fuck I ain't doin' no talkin', I ain't doin' no savin' (No, no, no) Took her from a lame, I get his bitch back (Here) Know I ain't crazy, nigga still tote straps Like, "Get on, bitch, just spit on shit" Man, oh my God, "Remember lil'—?" Yeah, he got dropped (Hold on), I'm gone (We gone) Biatch Call on me (My bro is) If you get lost (Runnin' his finger around th-the Ai WeiWei, Ai VeiVei bowl) Call on me (I got that shit sittin' on my counter like a fruit bowl, that's like a hundred racks) If you get lost (I like the color green, in every shade) If you get lost (I like life) Call on me (Mine, like, my life) If you get lost (Don't fucking bite, y'all niggas love to steal) From Letras Mania