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(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) Huh, huh Huh, on my shit, on my shit, huh, huh Okay, okay, okay, huh, huh Nigga say he want smoke, but really I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin') We can make it back home safe, nigga, just don't push my buttons (Don't) I don't wanna hit none of these hoes raw 'cause I don't wanna worry bout nothin' (Mm-mm) She want a brand-new Birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (Yeah) I'ma bust down my ho, I'ma bust down your bitch (Yeah) She don't need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (Lit) I got the rizz, she'll do whatever just to get this dick (No cap) She swallowin' kids with her tongue out and she better not spit (Let's go) Bad bitches on my dick, huh When I walk up in the party, it's at least a couple hoes I done hit, huh I don't really want nothin' from her, I just wanna cross her off the list, huh I can shoot my shot at any woman, on my mama, I'll never miss I'm that nigga, I admit Huh, yeah, I just really wanna win, I don't really need friends Locked in so much, niggas say I'm fake, they don't understand Jet Wi-Fi fucked, I'ma text you back when a nigga land Niggas only hit my line when it's for the hoes or a helping hand If she with me, then she fine, only out in public when I'm with a ten She a eight or a nine, then I'm masked up, baby, no offense Paparazzi outside, I don't wanna be on Shade Room again (Huh, huh, huh, huh) Letras de canciones Nigga say he want smoke, but really I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin') We can make it back home safe, nigga, just don't push my buttons (Don't) I don't wanna hit none of these hoes raw 'cause I don't wanna worry bout nothin' (Mm-mm) She want a brand-new Birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (Yeah) I'ma bust down my ho, I'ma bust down your bitch (Yeah) She don't need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (Lit) I got the rizz, she'll do whatever just to get this dick (No cap) She swallowin' kids with her tongue out and she better not spit (Let's go) I been gettin' to the money Overseas doin' shows, they don't speak no English, but these people love me Feelin' like I'm on top, can't an NPC tell me nothin' How the fuck you judgin' me? Nigga, you ain't even got no fuckin' money How the fuck I'm supposed to— How the fuck I'm supposed to listen? I was broke, I had to fix it, huh I ain't have a pot to piss in, huh Fake friends, needed distance Told them niggas I was finna get rich as fuck, they ain't see the vision "DDG, do you remember me?" I don't know, I think I got dementia I got money, I got bitches, huh, every day, it feel like Christmas, huh Stickin' two fingers in that bitch, when she turn around, I'ma sniff it, huh Fronto on my weed, it's so strong, thought I hit a whippet, huh When it come to DDG, niggas know I'm always standing on the business, huh Nigga say he want smoke, but really I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin') We can make it back home safe, nigga, just don't push my buttons (Don't) I don't wanna hit none of these hoes raw 'cause I don't wanna worry bout nothin' (Mm-mm) She want a brand-new Birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (Yeah) I'ma bust down my ho, I'ma bust down your bitch (Yeah) She don't need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (Lit) I got the rizz, she'll do whatever just to get this dick (No cap) She swallowin' kids with her tongue out and she better not spit (Let's go) From Letras Mania