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My baby, my baby My baby, my baby My baby, my baby My baby, my baby Talk to 'em Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot) I'm pulling up, four hundred and better It's a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin' bezel I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter A nigga so rich, they calling me treasure (I wrote me a letter) I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hiding My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest Look how my bands up I just be entertaining the crowd, just like a stand-up I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up Yeah, your block twisted, yeah, nigga get patted up I want everything I see, just bag it up Too many cameras on the condo, just need to back me up Yeah, she dropped her draws, her ass soft like cotton balls Can't even hold the Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog (Grrt) Letras de cancionesBoy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain't getting fed Having a talk with Bankroll, that'll get a nigga stretched (Stretched) Yeah, they talking 'bout doing this and that, but you know they scared Nigga mad 'bout they bankroll, income ain't coming in, yeah Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot) I'm pulling up, four hundred and better It's a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin' bezel I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter A nigga so rich, they calling me treasure (I wrote me a letter) I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hiding My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby Smelling like Tom Ford, baby girl loving my hygiene (Hygiene) Yeah, I'm dripping in fashion, and I ride with these magazines Choker chain dance, yeah, fast car driving Stains on my jeans, it wasn't for that, you would'a never caught me I just have a lot of rings on me like a Audi Lifestyle I'm living, I never pop it He made the wrong turn on Bleveland, then they burnt him up Riding 'round with a lot of racks in my jeans Yeah, I got Birkins on me (Racks) Ho thought I was slow because I was sipping codeine Bitch, you burnt as fuck Know that you running 'round here fucking the whole gang, yeah, you slurping us Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot) I'm pulling up, four hundred and better It's a real blitz storm in this motherfuckin' bezel I put my heart out, I wrote me a letter A nigga so rich, they calling me treasure (I wrote me a letter) I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hiding My bitch, exotic, like something from the islands My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence LA, all ducked off, in the hills, the highest My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby From Letras Mania