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Alright, you white motherfuckers, all eyes on me If I catch you lookin' at anything else, I'm gon' beat your ass like a runaway slave Start the music Uh (Griselda by Fashion Rebels) Yo Ayo, hella cheese Lot of bitches hate, but it's jealousy Separate breed Could give a fuck about celebrity Pretty, private, and paid, the coolest niggas sweating me Tuh, I got more wood stocked than the '70s He wanna smash, he beggin' me for the ass Meanwhile, I run 'em through Lеnox with Louis bags Fifth Ave, poppin' Emilio Pucci tags Some bitches want thе D, but I curve it like cul-de-sacs Buffalo's finest Cocaine do more than fuck up your sinus A J hits my window Take another pull of the indo' Candy lady, baby, I got drugs by the shit load Cook a brick, hook a steak up, I'm official Disho, I could fluff a brick like a pillow Pimps make the call, pussy run it all (All) Grants, Jacks, and Benjis, a bitch want it all (Give me that) Letras de cancionesDon't compare me to the rest, I'm different (Nah) Besides, you know eagles never rolled with pigeons (Come on) Hit the scene clean like I'm on a mission (Uh-huh) All I hear a butch of damns and oh, no, she didn'ts And chickens taking flicks by the car I'm whipping (What up?) Bars I'm spitting colder than the broad you sticking None of these broads can see me (Uh) I'm on a yacht, sippin' on Dom P in Bellinis In Gucci thong bikinis Diamonds hit, Swahili For doggy style dashiki (What else?) Pull up in a Cullinan, shooters in 550s (Grrah) Same bitches that ride with me gon' rise with me Fine bitties, all of 'em ten to ten like 9:50 (Woo) From Letras Mania