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Uh, yeah, ayy Uh, uh, uh, uh (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow) Uh, uh I'm a real nigga, I speak rich facts My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts You workin' nine to five, bitch, I can't even hit that Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack I go everywhere with my chain, I ain't real, but I get my shit snatched I got two bitches, they stick together, locked up like some Kit Kats You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that But now, I want my bitch back I'm like, "Damn, I really miss her, damn, I really miss that" I'm like, damn, I really played, how the fuck lil' B gon' fix that? Every time I went through pain, ran up me a big sack Every time I went through pain, doubled back, got way litter You with a country nigga in the city, that's why I got way slicker On my side of town, nigga, we ain't buckin' fades, nigga On my side of town, we put bitches in they place, nigga If I ain't got no way, I'm gon' make a way, nigga I know you'll play my face, I ain't have nowhere to stay, nigga I try to right my wrongs, but I see that I played with you Letras de cancionesI'm niggas pappy, all these niggas that I done made, nigga I make her take down three shots, Dwyane Wade, nigga Won't sweep the floor no more 'cause, bitch, you know I'm a made nigga The same follows on the 'Gram, you know I'm way bigger I hang with dirt divers, you know I'm with them gravediggers I hope she know she gon' get it too, tryna be a gang member All that ice you got and still can't eat, y'all lame niggas These niggas I started with, I'm still comin' with the same niggas Illegal turn, they tried to pull me 'cause I'm a lane switcher I throw the ball, I call the plays, nigga, I'm the main pitcher I put that nigga and his lil' dog up in the same Swisher I told that nigga I love him and I'ma share that pain with him He crossed me out, then I cropped him out that same picture I'm a real nigga, I speak rich facts My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack I go everywhere with my chain, it ain't rare but I get my shit snatched I got two bitches, they stick together, locked up like some Kit Kats You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that I got too many bitches, I don't know when I'ma quit 'em Told her, "I'ma reserve myself," but you know I'm tryna stick her Wanna see a rich-ass nigga? Look up in the mirror You wanna see a bitch-ass nigga? Go look up in the mirror Milk the game, nigga, but I ain't milkin' out no cereal I just speak my mind, nigga, I ain't worried 'bout bein' lyrical Every nigga I seen go to jail, they went and bought a vehicle I don't take her serious, every thing I do, the bitch too typical Move right 'cause these bullets that I shoot, these bitches invisible Trap at night, but the place I'm trappin' at, this shit ain't little How the fuck I sign for all them M's? This shit right here a miracle Hm, nah, for real, pop it I'm a real nigga, I speak rich facts My wrist lit, my bitch thick, nigga, that's some big facts You workin' nine to five, then bitch, I can't even hit that Your nigga don't trap or rap, then he can't get his bitch back Been workin' out my whole life, can't get no six-pack I go everywhere with my chain, it ain't rare but I get my shit snatched I got two bitches, they stick together, locked up like some Kit Kats You ain't gotta ask me, am I with it? Bitch, you know I'm with that And that bitch too toxic, woke up, then I had to quit that From Letras Mania