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Yea, you already know,When I walk the fuck byYou can’t act likeI ain’t the fliest thing you ever seen in yourWhole entire muthafuckin sorry ass lifeYou can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seenKeep a couple grand nothin less in my jeansThat’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phoneWhen I pull up she can’t leave me aloneLil’ homie I grind, no sleepI’m good in the hood everybody know meI got my truck on blastHear me when I roll throughStuntin’ like a young nigga supposed toStuntin' like I’m supposed toRidin’ with my hat cocked backSmokin’ something good 3 blunts and I’m smacked outAll city on smash, game on padlock26 inch rims throw ‘em on the matchbox6 bad hoes man I can’t choose one3 cell phones I just can’t use oneYou see how often I spitYou just off bread hunThis the shit they can’t do youngLetras de cancionesTalk fly if you look ‘em in the airToo young, you wonder were I got these Gucci pair of shoes fromA lot of ya’ll madTo me it’s just funnyI see why ya’ll hatin man the hoes just love meAnd you know I’m gettin’ shhhFuck it I ain’t gotta say itThe tab taken care of nigga I ain’t gotta pay itYea, I’m all day with it, year roundI bet if you was here nowYou can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seenKeep a couple grand nothin less in my jeansThat’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phoneWhen I pull up she can’t leave me aloneLil’ homie I grind, no sleepI’m good in the hood everybody know meI got my truck on blastHear me when I roll throughStuntin' like a young nigga supposed toGot a fat knot, blunt rolled upMe I ride cleanNeck froze upBad bitch on the sideMy niggas all richForeign whips is what they driveYea, I smell like Gucci and big money tooSee them guys with me? they gettin’ money tooRide 222s and got heat soIf a nigga try me you a big prob you runnin’ intoI smoke a lot need blunt or 2At a time whole pounds I be runnin’ throughYea, I got a dime bitch coming throughCause I pimp like I’m supposed toWonder how I get it like this, I could show youIt’s all leather in the whip when I roll throughThis year I’m a get shit clearedTake a look at this kidYou can’t say I’m not the freshest nigga you ever seenKeep a couple grand nothin less in my jeansThat’s probably why yo bitch keep ringin’ my phoneWhen I pull up she can’t leave me aloneLil’ homie I grind, no sleepI’m good in the hood everybody know meI got my truck on blastHear me when I roll throughStuntin' like a young nigga supposed to From Letras Mania