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(A tsunami warning has been issued.) I let the jet speed off, uh, I crave a million dollars, uh These niggas lookin' sour, uh, I prayed up my toddlers, uh, I blew out the tier, uh The Bugatti is too fast for me, took off on a pill who asked for me She suck on that dick gradually, uh I grew up on sand, baby I don't know 'bout this bitch, she a fan, baby I don't fuck with this nigga he ran, baby I don't fuck with this bitch, not a man, baby Got this drip on my wrist she gon glance at it I don't want that lil car if you're man had it Peanut butter the guts in a 911 AK-47 with nuts and you very scary What's the optimistic? I been out the trenches What's the option given when you born a killer? I been servin' babies, fuck a babysitter I been nuttin' on her, never ever kiss her I just talked to God, not a fuckin' pillow I don't fuck with fraud, I'm a real nigga Shawty keep me hard 'cause I'm havin' millions And I'm so determined, nigga Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, fuck a hatchback Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack Letras de cancionesBig dawg, big smoke, fuck a knapsack She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that Big chain, got no [?] I remember I was really lonely, now I got hundreds on me, yeah, I'm splurgin' with it Pushin' up in a matte-black Tahoe, yeah, I'm havin' slimes in it Told that girl I never rush, I'm always 'bout timin' Biscotti that we hotboxin', you can come and get high with me Uh, nigga ever play, we leave him dead, uh Third shot hit him in the head, uh Never hatin', I ain't never pressed, uh You can pull a blick when you scared Yeah, air it out, you made the wrong turn (Air it out) Told God to [?], the ho in my turn Everything I got, nigga, hard-earned And I ain't been to sleep in the early mornin' Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, fuck a hatchback Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a knapsack She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that Big chain, got no [?] Don't ever think that you counted me out I walked into [?], I'm cashin' out [?] Three hundred thou' on the Rollie, watch out Don't ever play with me, I'll air that shit out I don't only speak, but I'm walkin' it out I'm runnin' in circles, these bitches exhausted [?] I'm shootin' my shot, you will think I'm James Harden Put some respect on my shit [?] The fuck is you sayin'? I want all of my Ms, no Barbie It's a slime party, you know that you're welcome to party Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, fuck a hatchback Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a knapsack She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that Big chain, got no [?] Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, fuck a hatchback Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack Big dawg, big smoke, fuck a knapsack She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that Big chain, got no [?] From Letras Mania