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Bitch, I'm back and I'm better Comin' harder than y'all Only a few as dope as me Don't know many artists at all Come take your spot and your property Fuck a larceny charge Ran through the music biz like a bull inside of a Pottery Barn Gotta be calm cuz these robbers will shoot your legs up Now you can't run away Gotta lay there beggin', time to pay up You wanna come try me I will kindly show you what I'm made of Let me by, I'm on my way up Did a line and squeezed the lime on my Cerveza Wait a minute, they had me boxed in The rappеrs boxin', I'm Tyson Fury I'll drop his ass and I got the cash to fight with my attorney The firе burnin', the tree is purple like a Vikings jersey My bitch is workin', her pussy spicy like rice and curry Sometimes it's hard to find the word And bitch excuse my language Don't group my name with other rappers Fuck how you would rank us I wasn't raised round country music singers In my crew never threw no gangs up Only use they fingers pullin' triggers, ya-uh yeah Letras de canciones Looks I go bananas like Joe Bonanno Drink Cuervo, go no Moscato These hoes love my whole bravado I'm thinkin' she's ready She gotta work in the parking lot She the hostess at Old Chicago She blow me while I ate a plate of pizza spaghetti I put my feet in Giuseppe's The skinny jeans wasn't stretchy enough To fit all the bread I had Felt like I sat on a telephone book This wax is from Washington State Cigars from Nicaragua Freshwater lobster from Maine I get 'em shipped to Georgia Wait a minute What you thought a fire would cease? Nah, that's unlikely Plus I like when I inspire MCs So give it up quick Write your retirement speech And Nawf can rhyme when he please Made so much money on gas He like a modern day Michael Franzese I was out in Vegas with homie Danny and Rios was fightin' We hit a lay I spent the day off on Rodeo with Chryslers Chillin' backstage at the Kimmel show Eatin' waffles at Roscoe's I don't got my name on the Walk of Fame But I ain't shocked that it's not though, uh yeah uh yeah Don’t try me that don’t work, that’s the word If you haven’t, you’ll have to learn On a Tab and a half a Perc The ambassador of the GCG And you just an actor like William Shatner as Captain Kirk Crack a smirk, put the cash reserve under the Mattress Firm you Sleepy Sleep Been waking all the haters on our Jeep Ain’t got time to read We tracin’ your location, y’all should leave R-I, R-I, R-I-P Y’all tweakin’, y’all on Speed? Y’all think you’re Keanu Reeves Life like a movie we been shooting all day on and off the screen Better get an Oscar or an Emmy Y’all really thought I’d stop because I got that tarnished image Too much alcohol and Xanax Tryna prevent it knows The North is not as friendly As you thought They jack your car just cuz your Charger got a Hemi C-M-T done a one man show Anybody comin’ at me (????) And they breathin’ the contact smoke Follow me on the street in a combat zone With a white flag More lines than a flight path I smash through the block, I ain’t talkin’ about Mine Craft It’s not a game when I struck your name Hit ‘em with the body paint I don’t even bat and eye lash From Letras Mania