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Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry I will never be like these pussy niggas Police and promoters tryna book a nigga Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga Okay, [?] Baby I'm a killer, you got [?] [?] Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Goin' on Stop drop and rollin', got it rockin' off the gold ice Hockey on the [foreign?], had to check 'em to the wall, aye That's the rule we talkin' business, what's the cost You can get 'em on the call if they know that I'm involved Back on, like a trap phone, like the clap on Aye, baby girl that is not yours I was makin' iceberg work with the Rockports Dipped in gold like I sold half a million albums And I'm icy like [?] The way I get dressed, you would've thought this was a real sport Letras de cancionesRun it up a little more, it ain't enough paper Gotta double that offer, I don't think that I can make it Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Goin' on Yea Uh You in that A Class, baby mama Benz, bottom of the barrel Tell a nigga what you wanna spend, I can set a price Take a whole section of the pie, you can get a slice Global warming ain't real, then why they got the better ice Let's go, used to think rich was an Audemars Balenciagas, a garage with a lot of cars 'Til I met a nigga named Hanz with a bodyguard Nigga great granddad designed on the Autobahn That's in Germany I'm a rich nigga permanently [Aye crazy girls that I run in a key?] He throw a band and I'm throwin' it too Tap my little bitch, ask her what we goin' to do Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on? Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry I will never be like these pussy niggas Police and promoters tryna book a nigga Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga From Letras Mania