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Featuring Lil Wayne, A$ap Rocky & French Montana Attention please, attention please This feel like the whole entire world collapse This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it I got it, I got it This that yellow tape shit, me I’m bout to go ape shit Got 8 chicks on 8mollies and they about to take 8 trips Dice game, 8 tricks, got a use to rocking from jay prince She get it popping, I’mma send her shopping And that ain’t even my main bitch I’m a vicious, live action, smoking joe, I’m highjacking Working though, have my dough, I be there Fly Jackson, sin city, KOD, hunned thousand, all in once Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a thousand suns Mama you the shit I bet you cogno Why you fuckin with him? Even his car broke Letras de cancionesWe rockin bout manes step to the cargos Your bitch so thirsty cuz she a mogul This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it I got it, I got it Call me Joey, I’m a badass, Harlem world like Baghdad Come do with a black flag, these are plain things to have cat Bitch is on her payday, fuck her with her fat ass I get gets, my dick licked, my brain too has shot a trap What the fuck you mean? I been sipping clean, sipping lean Alexandra Wang that’s the fucking jeans, driffle bean When I serve the things, Gucci with the beam, try but scream Leave a nigga dead, fucking with the team, magazine Choo-choo that train go Drink slow, my chain go Soo woop where your true blue, don’t get your flock, illa take it off 8 bricks you could’ve shaved off Mean ho, Lino Range Rove with a bang bro I shoot you and change clothes This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it I got it, I got it Montana! You know we rolled in with the choppers by the hunder boy When you talk about that work you niggas unemployed White work I got it, brown work I got it 2 chains, show your titties ho, damn right I got it Just copped about 8 bricks Just copped about 8 whips Cop work for the same mit Your ho stash like 9 knicks Smoked out oit Ki but quiet let that mommie puff Get that brown bag and I skate off like I’m Tony Hawk Bitch drop my cock back, your bitch look I slide that To the southern Bronx and I pop that She call you for that ride back South Bronx we got it, joe crack we got it Black cock, no limit ho Now I’m right, we bout to poke This that yellow tape shit, they keep running out of it We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain’t running out of it This our fucking hood bitch, wind your ass up out of it This gun come with 8 clips, shoot til I run out of it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it Work, work, work, I got it I got it, I got it From Letras Mania