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Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, yaYa, Rich Homie, baby, yaYoung nigga might rob you for that packOkay yaYoung nigga might rob you for that packYou need a life jacketMight take a L on that sack, and get it right backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backGotta whole lotta work on meAin't tryna catch no cell caseHad to flush my real down the toilet when 12 cameI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get it back, like I never lost herI surround myself around sum bosses (Rich Homie Baby)Yellow diamond got me feeling cautionsAnd I'm dead fresh without a coffinWith all this lean I drink,It feelin like I'm sleep walkinYoung nigga might stay two nights straight on that greyhoundWith the same outfit like two days straight, you gotta stay downFuck what them broke niggas thinkLetras de cancionesYou laughing cause you paid nowI ain't meet her top yetBut I were have her face down (Baby)She laughing at meAll this money in the plastic babyDinosaurJurassic Park babyAll my cars in the fashion babyAll my bars in the plastic babyWhich means they new, Thats my crewNigga I'm safe, But ion know bout youYoung nigga might rob you for that packYou need a life jacketMight take a L on that sack, and get it right backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backGotta whole lotta work on meAin't tryna catch no cell caseHad to flush my real down the toilet when 12 cameI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backShe'll never leave meI squeeze her just like a Capri sunAnd I swear I get her back just like a refundAnd she ion walk around with no cashShe keep a VISAWith the bills all in her purseAnd I'm back, reimbursedI memory taking them lost's for a week straightI memory throwin that pack off on the freewayAnd I swear I got it back just like a replyIf I'm on the 1's and 2'sI bring it back just like a DJI left a whole zip a my pa's houseAll my niggas they dropped outBullets shooting, you dancingLike we playing hopscotchGot work no clock outThat meek on me that fox outTwo cars we mobbin outDowntown at the robbin spot (Okay)Young nigga might rob you for that packYou need a life jacketMight take a L on that sack, and get it right backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backGotta whole lotta work on meAin't tryna catch no cell caseHad to flush my real down the toilet when 12 cameI get back, I get back, I get back, I get backI get back, I get back, I get back, I get back From Letras Mania