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Lights, action Couple more bottles for the man down Jessie J, do it like a man then From the bills throw it like a tantrum Lights, action Couple Marilyn’s, no not the Mansons Big bottles poppin what, bigger than a magnum Yea, walk in it in a lance Sounded like some old school KA Where’s my dogs at? Where’s my, where’s my great things Pressin fire start, I’m like some old school prodigy Take a buck with a me, she she my protégé Yea 1 0 0 put the comma down Since let them hate aspire pon the world of down You can hate me now like there was nars in there You can hate me now like I was puffin them Then then then then I ready than my road ride Know that no Rose but I flow that, own that On 10 street, no row mat Thus phrase able that I own that, except owe that Vrum vrum, vrumin in A 13 Vrumin with the bass dirty Sum sum sumin out the boom boom boom When home, when home another bup bup Letras de cancionesBass line overdose, gyal them in some open toast That man said the dusty That man some Pinocchio Well I was in the dance, rockin academic some Pradas Showed these motherfuckers I’m a grind forefather (Hook) We get it, you gots apple juice in your old shops New Beamer, homie zass, chandeliers and castle flats Your man talk like it don’t pull out We refill when the drinks all out Too many gangstas, not enough gyal Too much want for not enough stance From EQ, power out Touch mine, pun it down It’s caine over the ounce It’s caine over the ounce You’s copy old cats Full of fashion, you loose at More of this well your morals whack Two backs too and it ain’t no rack This KA, soundin like some old school KKA Soundin like some old school KKA Soundin like some old school KKA Same Kano that most you niggas overrated Call you it’s contrast like me True have car sex like me Ever young gyal fresh like me Mike sittin in a crisp fresh white T Murderin all, tellin rest IP Bailin cygan ‘cause that’s my fee Young Sam Jack and a neck tiny Star Wars money, get left IPs Breath Give me the great goose I raised from the death Try to think of the papers I’m able to spend What you thinkin of the hatin? It ain’t what I said You nigga favorin, they never spend In a bit about majors and takin a check And I’ve been about ages and he’s a legit I’mma make him the papers with papers advance (Hook) We get it, you gots apple juice in your old shops New Beamer, homie zass, chandeliers and castle flats Your man talk like it don’t pull out We refill when the drinks all out Too many gangstas, not enough gyal Too much want for not enough stance From EQ, power out Touch mine, pun it down It’s caine over the ounce It’s caine over the ounce You’s copy old cats Full of fashion, you loose at More of this well your morals whack Two backs too and it ain’t no rack This KA, soundin like some old school KKA Soundin like some old school KKA Soundin like some old school KKA Same Kano that most you niggas overrated From Letras Mania