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Since you wanted some clout Imma Give it to you If ya girl in the spot she get hit wit You too Don't let me show what my hittas Could do Oh you speakin on what, lemme hear Who you boomed And this ain't no rap beef Sit em down like a kid in a back seat All of that fussin but never could at Me Don't need a song to go pull up my Rap sheet Look I don't even entertain the gossip But the pillow talking gotta stop it That's the way you get turned to a Spliff since you thinking you lit,now We smoking on nonsense I can't go back and forth wit a kid, if I Call up the Cig, then you know he Gon flock it Hearin rumors bout things that I did That I don't even know, like I must be Letras de cancionesUnconscious You see how I bop differеnt They is not winnin, so they bringing Up cap Most of they homiеs is not livin, put Some hots in em, now that boy Wanna rap All of my oppas be dry snitching, he Tried to front so we wet up his back And I call my ooter the side hitta cuz The way that he dump he be quick to Attach From Letras Mania