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Yeah (Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one) Big rocks, big rocks, girl, these some big rocks Big-race Rollie, Flavor Flav, but it don't tick-tock Nah, it don't tick-tock, AP, we can flip-flop Yeah, I got on skinny pants, no big clothes, no criss-cross Gucci flip-flops, yeah, my toes out, that pole out Yeah, these niggas snitchin', yeah, they tellin', the pigs out Yeah, we in now, they know who we is now Yeah, they know who we was, but they know who we is now Yeah, yeah, make a ho catch the feels off these riddles And she got some pretty skin, so sweet as Skittles Do my dance up on Triller, I make a million Boy, I'm waitin' for my dawg, he wait for a pill Listen, if you are my children, every day is Christmas Better think about your children, they gon' need they daddy 'Cause if you play with me, we spazzin' They ain't gon' have 'em if your own family cryin' Yeah, we send them bags to the sky Yeah, we flyin' bags through the sky, bags through the sky Used to lay in traffic, get head in the side Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire My big dawg a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy" Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride Letras de cancionesYeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor Whole club recordin' right now, it don't matter Yeah, I know they hatin' on me, it don't matter Boogers in the watch right now, but it don't matter Yeah, I get attached to you, girl, but it don't matter I give you money, don't want it back from you, girl, it don't matter Come see how I live in my world, it don't matter Yeah, we sendin' shots at they block and they skedaddle Yeah, I'm comin' straight to the top, no need for ladders Yeah, zoom whenever I ride, Scatpack Yeah, it's a lot of room in my ride, we can have a Hellcat, um Can't wait to cannonball in your thighs, I'll splash 'em Yeah, them slimes still in your ride, don't care 'bout Travis I'm just gettin' real high with my guys just like Dassle Yeah, we send them bags to the sky Yeah, we flyin' bags through the sky, bags through the sky Used to lay in traffic, get head in the side Used to rock Ralph Lauren, now it's Gucci the attire My big dawg a menace, tell a nigga, "Hurry up and buy" Yes, I passed her by, she didn't even have a ride Yeah, got Chanel hat, a sun visor Whole club recordin' right now, it don't matter From Letras Mania