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I always had hard beats to rap to Always had strong, always had that sack too I was just a young nigga getting tattoos Now they say I’m on, yea they say I’m that dude Great A, I’m smoking on a roll All my clothes smell like chronic smoke Shades on cause I’m fucking faded Buyin all the bottles, show the club we made it Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. I can see through all the bullshit I’m lie to join and make you do a full spin I’mma fly first class with my niggas I’m cool with I’mma hit the club with 50 grand and lose it Faded off gin, let’s call for alcohol I brought it all, I done go spend My homies got all of em in And niggas be mad at us cuz they ain’t ballin Letras de cancionesThey money ain’t tall as us But I never worry bout niggas that talk that shit but keep follow up Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now look, I rep the shit that I was raised on Shitting them dollar signs,what is based on And our road defines and how couldn’t we? Spend the long time in that hooptye But I get it in, smoke a lot of trees, drink a lot of gin Nigga like me got a couple friends and a couple bottles and a couple bands but I’m all in Came in the game balling My old school, what is yall in? And I’m cashing on and you’re stalling End of the night, your bitch I’m calling But fuck a nigga, wanna roll with me? Let it fight up, let it smoke with me This young fuck the lanes but he love the chin She love to wait then I sling it deep And I’m in the club and I fuck the haze Don’t need them niggas tryina bother me But I puff and powder for the time to be Standing on the couch, call it luxury Lil model chicks wanna fuck with me Wanna smoke with me, wanna drink with me Wanna come with me but I’m in and out Like I’m supposed to be, still smoking trees Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. Now you may may think that you’re so good, that you’re smiling at that fucc shit But I know.. but I know.. but I know.. but I know.. From Letras Mania