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Produced by Beat Billionaire (Hook) New Shaq flow Everybody ain't trippin', but they got toast Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast (Verse 1) Nigga, I'm a humble nigga Still come through and kick it With the very same niggas that I came through with it A miracle to girls with that lyrical appeal Keep it real, y'all playing like American Apparel Js DS, don't be lacin' them up Y'all be makin' some money, but y'all be makin' shit up Y'all be welling, embellishing, but forever irrelevant They be saying whatever, but when they see me, they suckin' dick It's hard to just love a woman, it's easy to fuck a bitch Harder than shit, peeps are just seeing what Puggy did That's why I be talkin' for every feature and cover 'Pparents which when cause when I was hungry You motherfuckers ain't wanna hear it Grimo, shorty said that she tryin' go That X-Box, they talking, they gave me gonzo Y'all slow, my shows be all sold Letras de cancionesIn Norway, it's no way you're in Oslo Ridin' with the Buddha, rockin' with Medusa Got a lotta haters, they ain't cool enough to do it Fuck the pistol, got a shooter, I am not thuggin' Your little mixtape, who a nigga, get a budget Word! (Hook) New Shaq flow All these niggas drinkin verybody got toast Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast (Bridge) Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me Turn me up Joe, it's like work to me (Verse 2) I put the city on, I kept the city on Shout out to Cool & Dre, made another million We added to the store, couple packs of the Swisher Fuck a Benz, bag a bitch in a Maxima, chillin' Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'mma get it I ain't sayin' bitch, we're better, but these niggas not official As I, all these niggas is ash They like giving a cough down to a nigga with SARS Some niggas is real, a lot of niggas is soft A lotta bitches be scarred, so I be sittin' in my car I'm low-key, the most freaks that know me for reason So 'bout that goat cheese, they won't be competing Meaning, it's easy, we M.O.B.ing So much that girls at the bank call me Stevey Wonder?, fuck ya, bad motherfucker One man band below Raz on production Come up in the booth salivating for the supper And another finished booth, your styley man's just a hustler (Hook) New Shaq flow Everybody ain't trippin', but they got toast Nigga, we not dope boys, we just yacht, doe (Bridge) Turn me up Joe, it's like work Joe Turn me up Joe, it's like work Joe Turn me Joe (Outro) Bad bitches in the front Real niggas in the back From Letras Mania