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Life, my money up I bought the same car twice I put one up museum piece, it’s on ice, A future classic I’ve got four sikes out, Too cold to be stole you’ll get frost bite I’m often imitated, so they never cop and write Logos on my letter hand jets copy right, Protected learn my lesson through some deals that wasn’t right Time spinnin like bananas burn up set the light Through my set about the window, we know what them hoes like, Rich nigga hoes choose upon sight, Shit baby girl want some shit rip with that rice She know them niggas from my side drop nice, Cars parkin and lost disappear for the night Four cocks in my bucket rose click though In my system I’m right, bitch calm down I’ll be acting all psyched I’m not one of them guys, that’s gon hurry up and buy I’m laid back I ain’t gotta I ain’t got a purse to fuck you don’t wanna give me that As I proceed the role up something loud Bust your ear drums, bitch I’m bossed out, smoke something Living through these, vice city goggles, roof top shots of vodka Hella pair, bar hoppin Cancel that bitch – buy a new one, I’m always shopping. Move as the marvel over the metal terranian Money make the snobbish aks again what lane he is Letras de cancionesBlood suckers like born Transilvanian Blocks so hot they prayin for the rain again I’m triple digits outside of this cool lip The swag get broke she bringin her rules there The neighborhood got a LeBron and a Jordan The jump man staying for jumping off the porch and On describe I got a weight with a small fortune In my life my right to live, Miss Cong dunking your thoughts bits of ground chuck Parts of you mistrust don’t know what you bound up So much white thing Christ been found us, And I never forget when they tried to drown us, We done buried so many and prayed for way more When scary ain’t in us we on the red door Blood of our innocent youngin, his fault of numbin Massacres at the movie the aid of what we’re becoming Battle in my bark lees is black card my car keys I took her to the hustlers, spent time, I talk these Buzzes in the paper make er don’t want leave Flood so sweet a diabetic want there I’m on these tunes and ghetto ones See me choose we never run, better prove we never gone All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something All the live bitches that bitches gon smoke something with me Just brought this here for me Ain’t none of this in the inlo From Letras Mania