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1209 What it do, 30? (What it do, 30?) One false move, you a goner We was maskin' up before corona Young nigga hangin' out the Bentley While I'm swinging 'round the corner Paper tag, this is not a loaner Drug dealer, this one for the owners This ain't for the leasers Tom Ford loafers, you could never tie my sneakers Put her on the block list, I'm like "Bye Felicia" I be on the island with a Spanish mamacita And shorty, she be wildin', it's no way that I'ma eat her Fuck her, I don't feed her, I just fuck hеr, I don't need her I'm like "We just tryna win shit", Glock, fourth gеn shit Clear clip, extend shit, don't fear shit, we bend shit Two friends kissin' on the yacht, that's like a friendship New Benz, when we hit they block, we spinnin' they're shit We be ridin' bulletproof, 'cause we be really in shit He was ridin' bulletproof, we shot it 'til we flipped it Nigga, I was sturdy back when I was dirty Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty I was in and out, deep in that field where niggas die by thirty Hangin' with the killers playin' bye-bye-birdy, ya' dig? Condo in Tribeca, got my mom in Jersey Letras de cancionesI wish death on anything that threaten me or try to hurt me I was rich as fuck, ain't play my cell, I'm out here bright and early Workout with the lifers doin' a thousand burpees, you dig? Plain Jane, Richard, five-hundred-eighty Benz Shit expensive, gotta watch the way you shake my hand I make the Richie match the Virgil, I just changed the band They killed my daddy, I was five and I got made a man From Letras Mania