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Listen to fuck niggaz Let them know I'm still up in here been poppin' Do so many shows in arenas My nigga I need me a locker Look at my car, how did they get on them sixes This flow come from Drizzy, he got it from Migos They got it from Three 6 Look at my bitches, look at my wrists Realest nigga in the game My nigga ain't no counterfeited Bitches is thick and delicious, doing they dishes 100 million on my wish list Taking penitentiary chances Just to drink lean in them Benzes 2 Chainz! I want my trap back, I said that I want my trap back I'm from the apartments, used to walk around with work in my backpack G's all up in that shit G's all up in that bitch Truck calling me by my government Running shit, gunning shit, shopping in London and loving it Okay first of all, I needed someone- shut your mouth I'm sorry what did you just say? Letras de cancionesI think we've had enough here, shut your mouth Shut your mouth, will you shut your mouth? You're just coming off as stupid I'm coming off as stupid? You're wearing tuxedos to a job that requires you to clean bathrooms Please leave this office, we're done with this interview Do we get any sort of souvenir? Get out of my office! I want my trap back, I said I want my trap back They say that money talk Nigga so you already know that I want my cash back You niggas ain't talking about shit, Harley Levine You would've thought that there was some kilos on my bus But they didn't find a thing Hair looking like Brillo, my flow Armadillo Catch me from class, belted with Versace all in my pillow I bet I seen a kilo, the dope my hero Remember I had that Box Chevy I set that bitch on some three zeros You know that I'm rocking Buscemi, Adam and Ross, Auschemi Her head is cold my nigga I think she that gonna need a beanie Rolling and smoking zucchini, dropping the top on the whips Making them look like bikinis I am now balling so hard I should be on my own box of Wheaties From Letras Mania