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Uh, bottles of Sangria Monsters jumpin' out of trucks like a concierge Pasta, prawns over lobsters, oysters, diamond chips Smuggled all of the fish in a cold boxer Tractor trailers, old drug dealers Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings One rogue came in to box my appearance You frontin' takin' everything off it's straight clearance Jewels, cash, couple niggas from Nebraska You soakin' in epsom salt the day after An ill murder game is what they told me Keep reaching when it's not on mе, we ain't homies (Nah) We ain't partnеrs nigga, you's a target So much gun clicking they kick us out of apartments (Woo) Everything steaming, "Yapp City" mode You ever seen coke rocked up on a pretty stove? Stop beefing with that nigga, you could talk to me If you really like that, you could walk with me You could spar with me If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me Payback's a bitch, ain't it? That's why I don't talk to niggas, I'm good, I ain't gettin' acquainted Middle finger to the judge, we still killin' the plaintiff We Staten Island niggas we don't got to explain it, nah Harlem Shake niggas for they pockets, stay tuned Letras de cancionesFor more faggot niggas coming out the closet Rockin' fake Dior Any change made on this ground Out of respect, you should break me off Word, I stay stylin' silks, Ballys, and raw denim Get your head wrapped in plastic, I'll Boars Head 'em Read niggas up and down like the court's read 'em Spit acid on everything, strong venom Sheesh Ghostface Killah! Staten Island, QB This what we doin'! Mm-hmm Indubitably some niggas are stupid to me Or should I refrain from calling some brothers out of they names? Cause a king only qualify for some You can't call us all kings, not everybody is one Yo, this verse is like shrooms and rum Levitating out of my body or something Woke up uptown in '67 At Smalls Paradise, candle lights Where I saw my man Bumpy Ellsworth and his wife Queens representer like Prince, Gerald Miller Free that man, plus LO, nothing bigger Than Ghostface and Esco Legal Mexican cartel money Call me Arnesco Guzman, Lopez, Garcia Gold plated AK's, lethal when you see us Between the fingers Smokin' on a thousand dollar blunt Tell these suckers I got everything they want From Letras Mania