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(Conductor) Aimin' fire at your favorite (Baow, baow) Bum-ass niggas is fugazi, I spit in all of they faces (Ahaha) Flagrant, was pushin' Percocets on the pavement Now we in Paris posin' in Prada like it's the Vogue pages (Conductor, uh-huh) All praise is due, I teach you niggas like I'm Noble Drew We global, you not even close to notable (You niggas trash) We eatin' Nobu, blow C-notes, get paid for quotables Take notice, I'm a star like the logo on Golden Goose Allergic to broke, my only focus is foldin' loot Got my funds doin' fraud, had boulders for your noses too 'Bows from Oakland, but fuckin' hoes in front of ocean views They want the likes more than the loot, livin' life confused A fallen angel that God blessed In a fast foreign car, keep a firearm in the armrest Foreign broads flirtin' with the god, they want sex (Uh-huh) But lately, I'm these hoes' heartthrob and they conquest Dusty-ass dollar store niggas no contest (Whatever) Mix Denim Tears with Dior as a calm flex Hold the devil's heart in my palm and take his horns next (Rrr) Pose with my foot on his neck, motherfucker Glory to the king Glory to the king He has been good, He's so worthy Letras de cancionesGlory to the king Ayo, stepped in my dope spot, Lord I had the door swinging, broom sweeping up residue I seen Bruce fiendin', said he needed three more dollars (Ahahaha) I told him, "Boom, keep it" (Conductor) Sherell shot him the cash, he jumped up screamin' Landed on the third floor, eatin' Thai, rockin' furs Shit gettin' dry, use my passports to get them birds Hear me out, we break 'em all down, go to Jackson Plus Sherell go to Jackson State, we could tax 'em Went to homecoming, robbed some niggas for some furniture (Ah) Fifty-yard line, Max Mara with the Mugler Ski mask hell, would look short, put it on the scale Three more stops on Greyhound with dark-skin Jerel Prada jellies Celine bag, coke Makaveli Hit the stove straight to plate, make sure the top's Kelly Jump off for two months No Vacancy Marni poncho, holding two pumps The Z got two trunks (Skrrt) Last night I had a dream Sly was out the feds And Flip hit the lotto and bought a new leg Glory to the king Glory to the king He has been good, He's so worthy Glory to the king Shouldn't be on your phone anyway You should be practicing on your art From Letras Mania