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I'm the hottest thing since 2 strings The coldest out, Disney's Frozen got a saint Women can't let me go, I blame the feelings 'Cause now that I'm on, it's amazing what those shoulders bring All the times I was crossed out They shake can't even make this nigga fall out I'm rising up, I'm rising up, who brought the killer out I don't fear these niggas that still stay at they mama's house 'Cause if I lose it, then my music can bring marshal out I know they want tea parties is the fucking sprout I leave you wet my nigga for braille ping pow I don't pull triggers, I got niggas for the bing bow I'm talking sales from hell, you hear me clear now? Hump from rises you could spring and still get shot down Sniper scope on my dreams nigga What you playing, what you saying You got priest nigga? Halleluha, shit And if you don't then you a dog But I ain't playing nigga 'Cause tricks are for kids, no Houdini, nigga I got a girl that one night cost more than dental fellas I got a sweet of her, see kisses got me stroking different I'm never stuck, I'm never worried about who don't get it 'Cause the ones I got and all my problem Letras de cancionesThey ain't tryina fix it More like sit back and fucking let your eyes listen 'Cause what you see is what you get, this ain't television More like 3D, big screen in a Bentley Never ran from nothing, now these labels tryina get me Like baby you should rap more, maybe you should sing less Or maybe if y'all knew me, y'all would have known your shit to sign this Now I'm signing split, sheez for records on yours projects 'Cause when you artists fail I'm the nigga you gonn' call next I'm the illest, I'm the illest, I'm fucking illest I say it so damn much I got a fucking illness Raise the bar, courtesy of drinking I'm the hottest in my city, check my numbers if you question Hold a buckle up, somebody grab the libations It's a toast for my city, even when I'm on vacation 'Cause I try not be norm, except I am the smell snort Y'all niggas are lug own, it's kudo No need for your kudos 'Cause fuck of y'all snitch I fuck with pigs, menudo Hey Frank, you know I fuck with you man I try to tell them Fuck these motherfuckers, no respect for them These draws in my hood, man my part of town ain't know for decadence New York I'm with the porties and Dominicans Callie I'm with Mexicans Half white and half Hispanic, but fully in this for excellence Now all my girls is hela bad Titties pierced with hela ass I'm landing in your circle with the choppa, like a helipad Like brah, now all my foes get mowed down so How the fuck your grass is greener dog When there's this blood in it, huh? I don't have to rhyme, now I hear the shit you're talking When you're sounding like a pantomime Fuck it, y'all more like phantom mind Hear a little me, you homie, that shit you can't deny I expect my name to be mentioned now when it's thank you time I'm past the dime, I'ma die plus a dime wine Makes me Donnie Halfaway when he's sipping on Shine Dine I'm the illest, now I'm from New York, fuck who the trillest In that double groose bubble with leather in that chinchilla, ah From Letras Mania