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Yea Well I ride H O T R tres Ay see, I didn’t wanna say three, I said tres Kim Jong ill, look I promise I got my foot on the neck of all these niggas, ain’t thinking ‘bout letting up So tired of tryina feed my family I’m fed up My pockets is fucking empty, heart is foolin my dreams These rappers is full of shit with they bars and full of ki’s I promise all this non-sense is stopping, I’m popping that niggas And I ain’t stutter, I ain’t coughin, I’ll coffin a nigga Flow too crazy, my story’s too real and my bitch too bad, Giuseppe’s in naughty heels I’m killin Bottom line, in my time, I’m ready and willin Step in your district, step in your buildings ah I feel like Snoopy 9-5 Got songs with the chef, I’m buzzing like a beehive nigga I’m a beast, you a fuckin feline nigga Played out like them old felies All black Jordan tens and I’m lookin for a mill Tryina build a stacked house on that green hill All my fans say Paypa you real How the fuck you found the words that’s describing how I feel? Promise when you make it you ain’t never gonna stop And promise to represent when you make it to the top Letras de cancionesI promise! Metropolitan nigga, cosmopolitan flow Neapolitan woman, ice cream heady on Uh, paper baby, BCC Get yourself a glass, HOTR 3 Yea A’ight, I don’t even got nothing else to say about that shit man Lil ice Lil Henny You know BCC tho Bitch, 3 Right when niggas thought it was over, right when they said I’m done I focused on all my writings, now I’m right there at the cusp Uh, feels good to be called great All these bloggers depart, especially the ones that hate it All the OG’s say I’m ready for the torch Lunchin them piñatas, then I’m headin to the source Missile you’re asking bout cash relationships I say that ship’s sailed and to me it don’t exist I wish a well, I wish a life They say you only live once, this is twice I had a Henny party down in Soho 50 bottles of the Henny bottles, I was so gone and so on I dedicated my whole life to this rap shit Lost a lot of friends but that’s past tense Just a south side nigga tryina get it West side murda with my white sacks fitted, hold on From Letras Mania